グリー 曙 大熱唱！相撲

Mob!

Nailed. It.

merc-hd
by greateggs

To quote TLO's review this morning:

“Y'know, it could be argued that giving "And I Am Telling You" to the sassy, chubby black girl is just a tiny bit on the cliche side, but a): they treated it like the expected thing it was, and b): she FUCKING NAILED IT with a version that would have made both Jennifers sit down for a minute.

And what do you do after the sassy, chubby black girl brings down the roof with the anthem for sassy, chubby black girls everwhere? Why, you hand the Jewish girl with the Broadway Baby styling "Don't Rain on My Parade,"(the anthem for Jewish girls with Broadway Baby styling everywhere) and turn her loose, resulting in yet another roof coming crashing down.”

Read the complete review here. And, for your hearing pleasure, here's the "anthem for Jewish Girls with Broadway Baby styling" bringing down the house, in last night's episode:

Lea Michele sings a version that would make the notoriously perfect Babs very, very proud.

Original Gal

Crazy lady is an original gal-- original music, original movies, original books. She's not one to say "I prefer the newer version of the song." Covers? Nope, she usually can not stand "mocking songs that deplete the value of the original." (Does that sentence even make sense? Geez.) There are exceptions, however. She adores Jill Scott's Hate On Me:

The song has always been her "go to" anthem for vengeance. Protagonist seeks revenge for rape and torture? Crazy Lady listens to Hate On Me for hours. Protagonist seeks revenge for her lover's lies? Hate On Me is looped on the iPod, over and over again. I know, I know, Crazy Lady and her ANGER ISSUES. Lately, though, she prefers Amber Riley's cover (cast member of Glee):

For once, I agree with Crazy Lady-- Amber Riley NAILS the song. She listens to both versions these days, especially when a character must pay for spying on a 9 year old genetic mutant, as she prepares to eat her brother. (Fiction, people, fiction...)

Revenge is a dish best served...

...by the wicked Formosan Mountain Dog! Look what landed in my inbox the other day:Can you spot crazy lady in her high school production of Anything Goes? (Hint-- she thinks she had a "great rack" in high school because she keeps staring at her chest and crying "what happened to you?") Crazy lady has developed a fondness for Glee, the sapid (although I claim it's insipid) high school musical drama created by the genius Nip/Tuck creator Ryan Murphy. She won't stop singing along with the television on Wednesday evenings. I don't care if she can carry a tune, it's TORTURE to listen to her squeal with glee (pun intended). Last night?
Sweet Caroline! Eeeeeek! At least I was able to extract some revenge with the high school photo. Next time, maybe I will plague her in the same way I tormented silly Phoebe:
Beware, crazy lady, beware...