Indeed. Money can't buy you class. Who would know that better than Countess Luann? Money can buy you auto-tune though. But neither money nor auto-tune help you from sounding like a transvestite.
I will never understand the popularity of stupid ass shows like The Voice. I've been given the argument that shows like this is what's saving pop music. After listening to this abortion, would you wish to revisit that debate? There's strange. There's unique. This is neither. This, simply put, is annoying.
When I think of class, I think of New Jersey. And when I think of talent, I think of middle-aged, botox filled, plastic sealed housewives who, as a last ditch effort, make a vain attempt at regaining their youth by awkwardly gyrating on an obscure local morning show.
So, of course not! There's nothing at all about this one could consider "painful" or "suicide inducing".
Think my wife's observation is best: "Nicki Minaj is trying to be the black Lady Gaga." As amazed those watching may have been, the Catholic Church didn't find it entertaining. Not sure how Nicki feels about their disapproval but something tells me, however, the Recording Academy doesn't give a damn.
The net is buzzing about this abortion of the national anthem. Given the tired screams and flat tone of an aging rock star, no wonder there were so many cries and moans of pain in the crowed.