The Hills Are Alive

I am continually surprised by the power of music. Out of nowhere it can cripple you, elevate you, punch you in the face, sooth your silks or move you to the next cloud.

The inaugural concert "We Are One" was rough. I can't believe HBO has shown it about 97 times in 2 days (they must have a bundle invested in that program). Could somebody please tell Bono to keep his "arse" off our monument, mention to half of the performing "artists" that loud doesn't make it better, and please, everyone, take off your ridiculous sunglasses. I would like to see the cartoon cash register signs go ka-ching along with the insincerity in your bloodshot self important orbs. Way to grab onto someone's coat-tails to promote and ennoble yourself! The music was mediocre and uninspiring.

American Idol. This is the result of the protected, righteous, self esteem driven upbringing of today's "everyone's a winner" child. The more tears I see on their tiny whiney faces of indignation and rejection, the more I appreciate the truth. Everyone does not win. Everyone does not have talent. Everyone is not deserving. I love the tears and the screams of agony when they are excused and tossed aside. Makes the show enjoyable to me. Losers EVERY week, right up to the last show. Delightful.

Give me a child singing something that makes them laugh, a practitioner of sorrow, the sparkles of love, a tender moment of strings and an underbelly of emotion, triumph and defeat, joy and adulation, and of course something that hits me on the one.

I am continually surprised by the power of music. Out of nowhere it can cripple you, elevate you, punch you in the face, sooth your silks or move you to the next cloud.