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My Dad is playing the Susan Boyle album. AGAIN.
She sounds far better on the album than she ever did live. She actually has a good voice, so I eat words previously spoken (unless it's all studio trickery) and a great range.
But the album is so bloody mournful!
She covers Daydream Believer, which always used to bring back memories of the taste of cider and fumbled encounters at teenage parties. Now it sounds like it's being sung in church at the funeral of a cheerleader.
Gah!
Put on La Cage Aux Folles and get out your feather boa I say!
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