I hate little kids, rainbows stress me out, and I don't dance in the freakin' rain. This world is a horrible, horrible place and only the promise of the sweet oblivion of death gives me the strength to persevere.
I turn off the radio when a sugary pop song comes on the radio -- give me the intellectual brilliance of jazz or the therapeutic benefits of heavy metal. Silly love songs are for Paul McCartney, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm and optimistic morons.
However I love Louis Armstrong's rendition of "What a Wonderful World", the juxtaposition of the jazz master singing the syrupy song with his gravelly voice works against all odds.
When 11-year-old singer, Anna Graceman announced that she was going to sing "What a Wonderful World" on "America's Got Talent", I almost threw up. But the child prodigy did the song justice; she rocked the house and was rewarded with a standing ovation.
I still don't like kids, and when I see a rainbow I wish I could erase it from the sky, but I've learned to give Anna Graceman the benefit of the doubt. Even if Anna declared that she was going to sing Debby Boone's "You Light Up My Life", I wouldn't turn the TV off.
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