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April 25, 2005
Nashville, plugged
So, here I am: Stressed beyond compare and looking to lose some brain cells watching the tele. I flip on the original "amityville horror" only to learn that the story it was based on was fake. The man who told the story made it up to get out of a divorce. This is me changing the channel. *click*.
Next up I find "True Romance". True Romance is one of my favorite movies, and I am especially proud that it's on Lifetime. Yep, Lifetime - and why not Lifetime? Patricia Arquette is a kick ass woman in this film. Due to its violence, tho, I figured they would put it on Spike TV. Unfortunately, Lifetime censors curses. *click*
There is nothing on the tele. I find myself on "Nashville Star", poison pill in hand. I can't believe it has gotten SO bad I am being reduced to watching reality tv. I like country, I like vocals and lots of guitars, so I figure of all the musical reality crap, this might be watchable. Brett (aint nothin but a good time) Michaels is a judge, and he (and his waxed armpits) delight us to a rendition of none other than "Aint Nothing but a Good Time". At this time one of the leading "stars" comes on to compete. Can someone tell me why there is a FULL BAND backing up these Nashville Stars? What are we judging them on anyway?
*click*.
In other news, Bruce Springsteen wrote "Blinded by the Light" and he intended the lyric to be deuce, NOT douche. A deuce was his way of describing the two seater cars driving by, and he was the "teenage diplomat" mentioned in the song.
Have a good day, and I hope you enjoyed this section of Storytellers.
Posted by lysa at April 25, 2005 11:43 PM
Comments
the lyric is deuce. (this clarification for those suffering simultaneously from hearing loss and chronic lyricosis ;)
Posted by: K at April 29, 2005 2:49 PM