those girl singers of whom christina aguelera is a shining example, unable to hold a note so they 'average' over and call it a tremolo "hey it's not a bug, it's a feature!" with no interior talent they have to have an album cover to expose their exterior attributes, the aforesaid aguelera once posing in shaded leather lace-up pants that left nothing to the imagination.

I have one other pet hate, a folksy old fogey who tries to sound late nineteenth century, a crooner before amplification. I will frnakly say I hate him so much I am incapable of judging his quality. I hate him so much I can't remember his name, but the crackling twanginess of his delivery has my dorsals in tension just writing this. must.....control......keyboard...of...flame



oh, yeah. . . Leon Redbone