What up with Sanjaya, yo?

Date: Spring, for freaking cryin out loud
Time: 21:15 or sp
Place: Above the madding crowd

I just got through watching Countdown with Keith Olbermann, and apparently the answer to Prof Kinsley's friend, who posed the question above, is that he or his handlers are now employing screaming teary young girls to show up when he performs, not unlike professional mourners who wail beside the casket of anyone no matter how big a bastard they may have been.

The Beatles did it. They were essentialy a hair band when they broke, and they're venerated. Frank Sinatra did the exact same thing and everybody, especially retired Italians, want him canonized. The galling part to me was that Sanjaya was covering "You Really Got Me" by one of the greatest song-writers of the "British Invasion", to me far greater than Lennon and/or McCartney, nor the truly sphincter sucking Jagger/Richards, Ray Davies of the Kinks. This song was also covered by an all-time great guitar virtuoso who never gets his due respect, Eddie Van Halen.

Ray Davies had a real empathy for London and its citizens. It shows on "Village Green Preservation Society", the first rock opera. Pete Townsend himself suggested that if England ever does appoint another poet laureate, it should be Ray Davies. Unfortunately, there's only about 20 words in "You Really Got Me", so it's a bit hard to prove your case on that alone.

"Dedicated Follwer of Fashion" and "Waterloo Sunset" were unanticipated and in the formulaic world of pop, heretical and never duplicated (ReJoyce by the Jefferson Airplane doesn't count because Grace Slick is from another and cooler planet than the rest of us).

The current standard is set by, unsurprisingly, Rodney Anonymous of the Dead Milkmen.
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