Macula Non Est En Te??

The part of American Idol I love the most, is over. That would be the mass auditions, where they bring in the absolute worst and the best for the judges to mock. Once you get past that point, Idol isn't as much fun. If you continue watching after that and you latch on to a contestant and are really pulling for them to win, you lose all interest in the show if they are kicked off. The one I have latched on to, and is my favorite right now, is cute little David Archuleta. Unfortunately, on Tuesday he was in over his head, and basically ruined one of my favorite Beatles songs. However, I'm sure he will be back next week.

When I was in grade school, probably around fifth grade, the nuns used to make us sing in their little Saint George chorus. We had to learn all these strange religious songs in Latin, while under threat of a large woman in black robes wielding a Ninja ruler. I'll never forget standing in the school boiler room, sweating my ass off, singing songs in a dead language, and wondering what it all meant. I don't know why we rehearsed in the boiler room, other than, that the hiss and hum of the boilers drowned out the awful sound of our voices, making it easier on the rest of the school. We actually didn't do only old Latin songs. Once one of the nuns had apparently seen Oklahoma, the musical, so we learned the entire soundtrack. To this day when I hear one of those songs, I'm transported back to the boiler room.

One thing is for sure, I have a horrible singing voice. I have taped myself singing and I can assure you it is hideous. It sounds something like bagpipes when the air is being let out of them. If you ever see me at a sporting event during the national anthem, I am lip synching. I learned long ago to just move my lips when, beyond my control, I am stuck in a group singing environment. If you don't believe me, check it out the next time you see me at a birthday party, and we're all singing 'Happy Birthday to You'.