One thing that really ties me up in knots creatively is the thought that I’m naught more than an American Idol reject. (‘Tis true, ya know… even if I were freaking no-doubt awesome, there’s not much call for Johnny Cash or the Ramones on good ole AI… but I digress…)
I really feel for the AI contestants. It’s a Catch-22. In order to be good, you have to have the balls to get up there and know that you’re good. But if you’re that blinded by your own awesomeness, there’s a real chance that you suck and just don’t know it. And nobody’s gonna tell you until Simon does!
With that in mind, it was nice (and, yet, a little disconcerting) to have one of my daughter’s friends give me a high five and tell me, “You made my MP3 player, Mister N. You rock!”
There’s a new caption for your randomizer…Sollie is kid approved!
you do rock, Mister N.
oh, AI. i can’t watch that show. it just pains me. (i feel for those people up there, yanno…)
You made my MP3 player many moons ago. I’m not sure what that means…
Pah, all this snazzy mp3 talk. I put you on tape man!
Yeah, so when do we get Mr. N on vinyl?
I totally forgot to thank you for the CD, Solly — you’re a pointy-eared rock star! Good stuff!
That comment you put on my post was the funniest thing I’ve seen in. . . well, maybe forever. Thank you so much for that.
Seriously. So, so funny. Holy scheiss.
Hahahahaha. . . . .
I kept giggling to myself all morning; the students probably thought I was drunk.
Loved it. LOVED it. Thank you.