Is there a term for engaging in certain things repeatedly that actually cause you pain and suffering? It’s not exactly masochism because an essential feature of that condition is gratification.
That condition which has yet to be named afflicts me. I read Carmen Pedrosa’s column even if it’s predictably full of hate. I watch this award-winning weekly local docu on cable which is self-indulgent and unnecessarily theatrical. Anything with Jada Pinkett-Smith and Sarah Michelle-Gellar. CNN newscaster Kristie Lu-Stout. Books with vampires. And, American Idol.
AI’s show last Thursday had 12 contestants sing songs that were hits on the year they were born. Thia Megia, born of Filipino immigrants, sang Colors of the Wind, the theme from Disney’s Pocahontas. Hers is a most beautiful voice. Her tone reminds me of Joanna Ampil’s. Joanna did Miss Saigon and several West End shows and played Mary Magdalene in a Jesus Christ Superstar revival. Her performance was way superior to the original, Yvonne Elliman’s. There was nothing colorful about Thia’s Colors of the Wind.
Thia was born in 1995, the same year Alanis Morrisette’s Jagged Little Pill, Annie Lennox’s No More I Love Yous, Natalie Merchant’s Tigerlily, Brownstone’s If You Love Me, Madonna’s Bedtime Stories, and Janet Jackson’s Runaway came out. I’m sure there were a lot more interesting '95 songs that AI had rights to. But it had to be the boring Vanessa Williams song for Thia.
Thia, ano ba? Please don’t make me suffer even more. If you really have to do Disney next time, sing Belle’s song. It’s more challenging for your vocal chops.
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