in a musician note (pun only slightly intended after the fact): two artists should never EVER have their music redone for ANY reason whatsoever:
you don't mess with a classic, and if you do, you end up sounding like a) you don't have enough creativity to do your own freaking music, b) you want to capitalize on something that was unique in its own right and take a slice of that pie for yourself c) you stink as a musician.
ya just can't redo any of their songs WELL. says me.
i also had a moment of "omg, i'm so freaking HAWT!" as i padded outside at 3 pm, no bra, cloud stretch pant pajama bottoms, thick blue bathrobe, unbrushed hair stuffed under a kercheif, giant fluffy orange striped socks stuffed into flip flop sandals, carrying a bag of garbage and not one, not two, omg, not even THREE, but FOoooOOOooUR empty pizza boxes, and had to walk past the hot UPS man dropping off a parcel next door. i'm quite certain you could see my hairy legs in the gap between pajama bottoms and socks, black hair glistening off of my snow white legs.
i am a goddess.
wow, my brother has a TON of american idol music on his computer. i really really really need to hook mine back up so i can have my own music again. it's funny how i never think of my brother of being gay, and then occasionally i'll run across something of his that is SO stereotypical of the gay man, i.e. all the american idol, erasure, and corrs on his computer. or the way he shrieks like a five year old girl when there's a bug in the room.
i love my brother.