Idol up in January

Back and reloaded with bad talent galore, Idol is now advertising the season 4 pitiful, I think I can be the next Idol, but really Randy is just gonna laugh his butt off at me, beginnings.

January 18 & 19th.

Get ready.

Lisa Leuschner

Well, well, well... we haven't heard anything about my girl Lisa Leuschner. Big voice, big personality, and according to her, big butt, Lisa. It was all good.

I LOVED me some Lisa.

Nobody better be talking bad about Lisa.

Actually.... nodody's talking about Lisa at all.

Hhhmm... until today.

Our friend TAD wrote in to give us an update on Lisa's career after she was dissed by those crack smoking judges who decided she wouldn't even get to sing in the Wild Card round. Remember that? Remember? Oh you know I was talking crazy after that show. But apparently while we weren't looking she snuck off and signed a record deal anyway.

Lisa's current release is a holiday CD with a variety of popular tunes and I think Lisa hits a high with that strong and soulful voice that we loved, loved, loved.

Did I mention that I loved her? O.K., I guess I might have said it once or twice. Back off.

ANYWAY... Lisa's CD is titled Sing Me Home and is on Succession Records. You can check it out at: http://www.successionrecords.com/. I previewed two tracks and clicked the Buy Me button immediately. Go on Lisa with your bad self!

TAD also says that Lisa will be releasing her first non-holiday CD early next year. Until then, I'm happy with Christmas music if that's all I've got.

Thanks TAD. Now I will be able to sit back and listen to Lisa belt out some soul and all will be good and right in the world of divaliscous music.

I'm out.

Ruben!

Our boy spent Turkey Day in the hospital.

Why, you ask?

Were his lungs being crushed by his enormous girth, you ask?

HATERS!

No, Ruben's illness was that ever-popular diva-illness known simply as "exhaustion."

You know, I have been exhausted all kinds of times in my life but never, ever has anyone whisked me off to the hospital for it. You know what you do when you are exhausted?

Sleep.

You know where you sleep? At home, in your bed. Or in a hotel suite. Or on the floor behind the dancers backstage at your concert.

ANYWHERE.

You know where you never get any sleep? The hospital. Because at 4 am some crazy nurse is poking you and prodding you and sticking a thermometer where no one ever intended a thermometer to go. At midnight, some psycho patient down the hall is screaming. And all day it's visitors and doctors and vomiting noises. No one sleeps in a hospital.

Exhaustion.

Right.