So me my wife her mom and my rents were eating and kind of watching the super bowl (mind you, my dads the fan, we are bigger fans of the food) Then half time comes and there it is.... the black eyed peas. Music is dead to me between seeing that monstrosity and the new years performers. Miss "im so fergalicious" Sounded a bit like a freight train screeching to a halt while an 18 wheeler plowed into the side of it. If i paid to see the super bowl, i would have demanded a refund for having to be put though that.
Then they drop Slash into the mix as she BUTCHERS sweet child of mine. Where do they get off? (insert Andy Samberg voice from hot rod)
Now mind you i know nothing about music or instruments... and cant carry a tune if it were bolted to my head. But last time i checked talent is being able to sound good LIVE. Not on an edited cd where your voice has been smoothed and changed by the kid with big glasses we never talked to in school.
Dear Fergie, Nicki Minaj, and the rest of you bastards: I would rather listen to freebird for a week straight then have to hear another song from you.
Then they drop Slash into the mix as she BUTCHERS sweet child of mine. Where do they get off? (insert Andy Samberg voice from hot rod)
Now mind you i know nothing about music or instruments... and cant carry a tune if it were bolted to my head. But last time i checked talent is being able to sound good LIVE. Not on an edited cd where your voice has been smoothed and changed by the kid with big glasses we never talked to in school.
Dear Fergie, Nicki Minaj, and the rest of you bastards: I would rather listen to freebird for a week straight then have to hear another song from you.