“We were as one bathe/For da Mormon in time/And it seemed every last thing that mule would always be mine”
Truer words have never been sung. And let’s hope they never are again. I do love his level of commitment, though. The hand waving, the closed eyes, the disco queen spiderweb cardigan. Throw on some stilettos and jump on a StairMaster, and you’re more than halfway home.
Europe fans oddly OK with it. Me? Not so much. And it’s not just because of the bad singing. See, when I was a kid, we all wanted to be Michael Winslow from Police Academy (remember? the guy that did all the sound effects?). We all tried the beat boxing, the gun noises, the voices – it never panned out. We could never live up to our idol. So I can’t help but feel indignant toward this guy for thinking he can recreate the brilliance of Europe’s synthesizer. He should be ashamed. For lots of reasons. We’ll just deal with the one for now.
Who’s to say what a pre-Nick Cannon Mariah Carey saw in this Ken Lee fellow? Regardless, their love will be forever immortalized in song. And forever stuck in my head.
Crafters have a new anthem. And we have a new bad singer! Yay! Everybody wins. Um, did he just say, “the oats are really clear”? You know, I do find that it often helps a bad singer’s case when they act out the words that they’re singing – a little interpretive dance, if you will – like our pal Flynn here. Fling? Fleen.
When I was a kid, we attached a whole roll of aluminum foil to the rabbit ears on our TV, and it still didn’t do a damn thing for the reception. This woman appears to be using about a dozen rolls to no avail. Maybe if she just moved a little more to the right. Hold it! Hold it! Right there! Nope, wait. You lost it.
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