I am the Godfather of Soul
Tuesday night I missed American Idol as I was in a Middle School Gym watching my littlest sister portray Captain Anne Bonney in a school production honoring the Famous and Notable from our state. Morgan was fabulous! She gave her speech without uttering a single “um”, was funny, and poised, and I was so proud.
People, let me tell you that this program was so worth missing Idol for. Because there is nothing funnier on a Tuesday night than skinny white pre-teen boys doing the death row shuffle up to the platform then giving the most droll, morose speech about how he’s James Brown or Chubby Checker. “I am the Godfather of Soul” delivered in a hormone crackling monotone or when Chubby Checker (another skinny white boy in an afro wig) forgot his lines. A minute of silence passes and then he says all flat and even “Oh yeah, Come on baby, let’s do the twist.” – man that just can’t be beat. Oh yeah, except when I commented on one skinny white freckled boy’s afro wig that completed his 1970’s era basketball player’s costume and the mother in front of me turned to let me know “That’s his real hair.”
Bless Your Heart 