Is it it wrong if I find myself crying while Danny Gokee sings with Lionel Richie?
If so, I don’t care.
If you live long enough, the cool becomes kitsch — and then it becomes cool again.
That’s worth getting emotional over.
See? Just look at my girl Paula Abdul dancing & singing along. She knows what I’m talking about. Hell, just look at Paula’s career, for that matter.
Plus, there was Rubin Studdard — my first American Idol love. The Velvet Teddy Bear. Too bad he didn’t record what he sang on the show.
So add tears of regret to those of nostalgia.
And then you add in my 6 year old niece who’s a huge Danny Gokee fan. She even got to see him recently at the Milwaukee bash. Well, as Maddie will be (un)happy to inform you, she didn’t see him, she saw his bus. But still…
It’s one thing when my own kids rock out to AI and music, but when even littler kids do it too? Especially your sister’s kids, because then I can remember my sister and the where & when of our shared musical loves, from sing-alongs to dance clubs, from sneaking her under-age-ass in at the bars in my college days to karaoke a month ago… Oh, it’s all so Lion-King-circle-of-life.
How cool to feel all the full circle moments.
And now I just realized I didn’t record the damn show. Poop. On a stick, no less.
So just let me cry, OK?
I loved Danny! And, my God, his wife died and there he was being all sweet and brave and endearingly goofy looking. Sigh.
PS, I tagged you. (You can ignore it if you want to though!)