metrocake

A shining, sparkly ball of angst, now based in Manhattan!

just sing…sing a song…

I’m not having a bad hair day. I’m having a demented hair day.

So: for whatever reason, I started humming “Sing a Song” to myself. I got to the part that goes, “Don’t worry if it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear…just sing…sing a song!” And my thought processes wound to a grinding halt as the true meaning of that hit me: Don’t worry if your song absolutely sucks chunks, just sing it anyway!

That, my friends, explains how American Idol got on television.



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