X-Marks the Spot.
No, it's not my first X rated post. Simon Cowell is leaving American Idol to start the X Factor."" Why am I paying any attention to any of this? Because I am secretly hoping that they will start a show to entice the plethora of Susan Boyles of the world to surface and strut their stuff under the moldy mothballs. I am secretly hoping that curmudgeonly lovable grump-meister Simon will make the X Factor about persons who used to be X-this or that and now are singing sensations. Like that one- the X-BBQ queen from Mississippi, or that one, the X-suburban Amway saleslady or Avon chick driving a pink Cadillac who now belts Judy Garland tunes to put Judy under the table. How about that guy who parked cars for the night-club in Philly- he is a singing sensation now and you wouldn't recognize him. He's doing duets that sound like Dean Martin before Martini madness set in channelling Frank Sinatra. How about that check out lady at Wholefoods? Look at her now, she is a wearing something that looks like Project Runway took a Pageant gown to the shredder. Minimum Age: 40 plus. You had to actually do and be something in your real life before your vocal chords were released like a lifer whose DNA just exonerated him.
Now there's a Pilot. Send me the Royalty checks.
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