GirlChat #732385
Anyone who lives near me knows, I love music... loud music. Not only doors and windows rattle, but my walls do, as well. I love to listen and play music. It's just.... in me. Years ago, I played bass in several bands. I just never got over it. But there always was that subtle (and eventually blatant) inter-personal difficulties that I just can't deal with. So I play (with) myself. (Oh, god, did I just type that?)
Angelina has incredible control over her voice. And she sings very well. I could listen to her all day. But... To watch America (or anywhere else) Got Talent is enough to make me want to heave my lunch. Of course, I don't watch it live. YouTube gets rid of all the excrement that TV stations insist on smearing across your face and ears. YouTube also lets me skip the audience YAAAAAAAAA! before she even sings one note. Then, she slowly steps into the magic that her voice creates. And I'm in love. Suddenly, the song she is singing becomes recognized and the crowd does its YAAAAAAAAAAAA again. I stop YouTube and run Google News. |