Perfect Pitch

Photo: Earth to Brenda K. Starr--there is nothing right about this photo.

Three artists I'll bet you never thought I worshiped:

Bobby McFerrin. Two words: Perfect. Pitch. Two words about his live performances: Epic. Transmogrifying. Two words about how I acted at his concert: Giddy. Transmogrified.

Chick Corea. Yeah, he worked with the great Miles Davis; he also touted Scientology, which is a religion for couch-jumping retards. But I'll always remember him for the Brazilian-Jazz fusion band he founded, Return to Forever. I always liked his hippie sensibilities.

Christina Aguilera. Yeaaaaah, suck it. We all have weaknesses; mine is cheesy pop ballads. At least I didn't say Brenda K. Starr. Blecch.

I don't even know why I thought of this tonight. I've been alone for too long, that's what it is. The Esq better get here soon, or I'm gonna go loco.