Wooooohooooooo. Steeeeeeveennnnnn Tylerrrrrrrrr.
OK, so I sound like some dewey eyed little tripster panting heavily, screeching banshee like, but hear me out.
I don’t like American Idol. But I loves Steven Tyler.
I was over it years ago. American Idol, not Mr. Steven.
Acapella singing does nothing for me. I don’t get it and never will. It just sounds like trilling up and down annoyingly.
But this year is JLo and, and, AND, Steven Tyler.
I may be gay.
Steven Tyler has been my fucking hero for more decades and centuries than I like to count or think about. Aerosmith is one of the very few bands that Miss Carol and me always go see, not matter where or what.
I know I’m gushing like a little girl but I can’t help it.
And ya know what? JLo and Steven Tyler are amazing. FOX did it. They’ve sucked me in for the duration of the American Idol season. The chemistry is THAT good.
Hit the Play button, life.
c’mon. hit it.