So Curly went. He wasn't feeling too hot, very hoarse, and he hadn't practiced with the band. He couldn't hit those high notes, so he had to drop some by an octave. They sang five or six songs. There were 20 bands - and the band he sang with came in 2nd! He was the youngest singer there. Per Curly, the winning group had a phenomenally good singer, a guy who's been signed for some time to a record contract. Curly didn't mind losing to this guy a bit, and told the winner how good he was. And Curly was stoked about how well he did.
I've read some of Curly's lyrics. I have to tell you - he's really good. I mean, really good. I think he could make a living writing lyrics. Here's something he dashed off this morning:
He can't hold his ownSee what I mean?
Who would've known
He's got no place to go
No place to call home
The more the Light shines though me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend that I'm burning bright
In other news...
Watching the Oscars - Robin Williams needs to wear something other than just black. His stylist should be fired. So should Molly Ringwald's stylist. Man, that was an ugly puple mess! But I loved Penelope Cruz's dress.
The Kitty baby blankie is coming along nicely. Just not quickly.