Jim Clark
11-12-2003, 02:15 PM
Browsing throught the library looking for some jazz starter discs and I see the Lisa Marie Presely's "To Whom It May Concern" disc. I went ahead and borrowed it out of curiousity. Now I know how the cat died.
Honestly the CD has some good music on it. Not much, but some. If you had a Kareoke feature on your CD player you could have some fun creating your own lyrics and be confident that the vocals couldn't possibly be any worse. This girl can't sing a lick. It's almost scary as she changes voice in the middle of a phrase. Clearly she has no natural range and her attempts to fake it are disasterous to point of actually being funny. Her attempts at a deep, sultry voice sound like something out of a horror movie and more closely resembles a growl than singing. To make things worse is that at that point the lyrics are completely unintelligible.
The songwriting has to be even worse than the singing. I guess she chose to bare her soul but she'd be better served by covering up. Her life to date is so comical that she has become a characature. Listening to the words that you can decipher ring pretty hollow when you realize that this oddball brought a lot of it on herself. Sorry Lisa Marie but I don't feel real sorry for you and I'm sure it's comforting to know that when the rock star thing doesn't work out you'll still be able to pay the bills. BTW, if you're out there, whoever told you that you could sing wasn't really a friend.
What crapola have you guys come across lately?
Regards as always,
jc
Honestly the CD has some good music on it. Not much, but some. If you had a Kareoke feature on your CD player you could have some fun creating your own lyrics and be confident that the vocals couldn't possibly be any worse. This girl can't sing a lick. It's almost scary as she changes voice in the middle of a phrase. Clearly she has no natural range and her attempts to fake it are disasterous to point of actually being funny. Her attempts at a deep, sultry voice sound like something out of a horror movie and more closely resembles a growl than singing. To make things worse is that at that point the lyrics are completely unintelligible.
The songwriting has to be even worse than the singing. I guess she chose to bare her soul but she'd be better served by covering up. Her life to date is so comical that she has become a characature. Listening to the words that you can decipher ring pretty hollow when you realize that this oddball brought a lot of it on herself. Sorry Lisa Marie but I don't feel real sorry for you and I'm sure it's comforting to know that when the rock star thing doesn't work out you'll still be able to pay the bills. BTW, if you're out there, whoever told you that you could sing wasn't really a friend.
What crapola have you guys come across lately?
Regards as always,
jc