I don't watch American Idol but I do very much enjoy keeping up on my celebrity gossip. Often in my quest to find out who's dating who and who just bought a $3,000 stroller for their million dollar baby from Africa, I'm exposed to a lot of the A.I. goings on.
And this week I found out that I missed out. The contestants sang Neil Diamond tunes. Now I don't know if anybody sang Cracklin' Rosie or Forever in Blue Jeans (two of my favorites) but I did hear that David Archuleta rocked out on my all-time favorite Neil tune: America. Oh God bless the boy from Murray. I can't believe I missed it.
Now why is this a confession? Because my mother taught me not to listen to stuff like Mr. Diamond. She said that Barry Manilow is "Barely Man-enough" and when I bought my first Neil Diamond CD she laughed like she thought I was kidding. Mom raised me to listen to the Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, Tom Petty, and most importantly the Doors. When they called her as Relief Society President years back she said "Now, do you know I have a crush on Jim Morrison and I just bought a ZZ Top album?" Sadly it didn't get her out of the calling. Too bad she didn't smoke weed while listening to Jim Morrison. That probably would have done it.
Anyway, I do know what "real music" is. But I can't help lovin' me some Love on the Rocks every once in a while. Sorry, Mom.