Monday, October 17, 2005
I have squandered my resistance, for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
So, I went to see The Ten Tenors this weekend. I know what you're thinking. These guys are just a low rent knock-off of The Three Tenors. Well, I won't argue with you, but I'm nothing if not low rent, so perfect! Give me quantity over quality every time, G. The way I see it, ten tenors means I only paid fo.fitty per tenor. A bargain, yo. Besides, these guys are Australian (yum) and at least half of them are stone foxes. I'd hit eight of them. Why the discrepancy, you ask? I'm kinda slutty and not all that choosy. C'mon, haven't you been paying attention? I didn't love this show, but I liked it fine. Seriously, though, it's ten men with hot accents singing and dancing in tuxedos. How bad could it be? I think a better crowd would have helped. Tell me, who amongst you wouldn't stand up to dance when these boys busted into their Bee Gees medley? I tried to move it, but caved to the seated mob mentality after a minute. Or two. These guys did a cool rendition of Paul Simon's The Boxer, a song I love, which sent me back into my weekend 70's reverie that started with JT, and curiously, Dolly.
ADDED: You may think you've heard "really gay" before. You've hung out around here after all. Well, you haven't, til now. Check out The Ten Tenors link and click on the MP3's to hear the boys do their a capella take on "Dancing Queen".