But First, A Number

Last night, as I was suffering through American Idol, I had a Kiss This Guy kind of moment. For those of you wondering what the heck I'm talking about, Kiss This Guy is a website devoted to misheard song lyrics, ala the real lyrics are kiss the sky and somebody thought the lyrics were kiss this guy. If you've never trolled through this site, please be sure you are in the privacy of your own home wearing some Depends or something, because you don't want to have to explain yourself with tears running down your face, sitting in a puddle doubled over in laughter.

So, there I was watching American Idol which was extremely marginal, and Rocker Guy Number One got up on stage to sing his number. His selection for the evening was a very familiar song called Drift Away. I'm sort of half singing away, thinking this guy is pretty good as I sit there folding a pile of clothes, when all of a sudden, I hear lyrics I've never heard before.

Oh, Give me the beat boys, and free my soul,
I wanna get lost in your Rock 'n Roll and drift away...

BEAT, BOYS?

You mean, it isn't BEACH BOYS?

Now, granted -- in my feeble defense -- I never understood how the song writer managed to equate The Beach Boys with Rock 'n Roll, but who was I to question? And if you think about it, how much sense does it make for a singer to be asking for the BEAT? Do they have no sense of rhythm? This song is in four-four time, and said requested rhythm doesn't get any easier than that, unless you only have 3 fingers.

So now I'll have to recalibrate my brain to the "correct" lyrics. Maybe I'll pretend the singer needs more vitamins and minerals, and is asking for a BEET.

It could happen.

In other totally non-related news, I sure hope the next round of American Idol looks alot more like THIS.