American Bile Duct

I'm a rage-a-thon today. You wouldn't think that water cooler discussions about American Idol would send someone into hot sweats and swears but alas, that seems to be how my day is shaping up. Now I don't remember her damn name for the simple fact that in a few months nobody else will, but the sweeter than a sugar shack blonde chick who sang Let it Be on piano last night on the show drove me totally out of mind. Clearly Randy and Simon have been pilfering from Paula's medicine cabinet because they didn't seem to notice that the girl hit like 6 or 7 flat notes during her number. DAWGS...SHE realised it, so why didn't you? It was clear that in the last part of the song she started to lose it and this look passed across her mug that said, 'oh fuck...' and her fingers started shaking over the keys because she knew she messed up. So when the judges asked her about her getting all emotional she slap dashedly came up with this...'Oh it's just so wonderful, the piano, the stage, the AUDIENCE.." sob, sob. Nice catch chiquita, well played. But I saw you sweetheart. I saw the recognition and fear. I am amazed that nobody else did.

I have been taking singing lessons for the first time with this crazy dramatic teacher with 25 years of teaching experience in New York City and Europe and I'm really loving it. I never thought I needed lessons and loathed the idea of becoming one of those "performance" people who throw their arms out and sing to the heavens all the while smiling and keeping perfect posture. But frankly, the lessons have been wonderful and I've started to notice a lovely change in my voice.

Last night however I arrived on time and sat in her dining room where I normally wait for her to finish her previous lesson with one of the preteens who will no doubt be trying out for Canadian Idol this year. I waited. And waited. At 10 after 6, 10 minutes after my lesson was supposed to start, the chick previous was still yammering through some show tune that grated on my last nerve. Finally because I think they heard me on the phone complaining to my boyfriend, I heard Deborah say "Is that you?" I came into the lesson room and she does what she normally does, tries to distract from anything she may have done wrong and tries to get me into this showcase that she puts on every summer and like normal, I declined. Maybe I'm just feelilng ultra sensitive, but it really pissed me off. I'm paying this lady 50 bucks for a half an hour and she didn't even extend my time by ten minutes because there was someone else waiting for 6:30. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I need to relax.

Going home to Montreal next week and SO-O looking forward to getting out of this city for a long weekend. Toronto is wearing on me.