Your 15 minutes is up...

I have ongoing discussions with my co-worker about singers...who we like and dislike. It's such a subjective art. As a singer myself...I am so uber opinionated, especially with females. I tend to be extra picky since I am also jealous of any sort of success...since I have not found my 15 minutes of fame yet.

But, I started bawling this morning...yes, bawling...when I heard the latest about little Miss Susan Boyle, the 'let's give her 15 minutes of fame' lassie from Scotland who found her fame and glory on British TV...and is a little homely. (Notice I did not say ugly...as there is nothing that a 15 minute make up session could not enhance). I do not think she is so fantastic as a singer and believe the only reason people are in such awe is because she is so homely (lazy), but that's another story and comment on our society that many have already writte about. But for now, the story that made me well-up with tears this morning on my treadmill was that now she is going to get to meet and possibly sing with her teen idol, Donny Osmond!

The story told how Donny was her favorite when she was younger and that she learned to sing from singing along with his music. Flasback to 1977...when Jo Dyan was 14 and madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. I too listened and patterned my voice after his! And what I wouldn't give to have a chance to do a duet with my Shaun (even though Shaun is not doing music and focuses on his telelvision production talents). My dream was to one day be interviwed by someone who would ask..."how did you develop your unique sound?"... to which I would answer..."Singing Da Doo Ron Ron!!"...

Yes, it makes me sad. Yes, it makes me cry. Yes, I'm jealous! Where's MY 15 minutes????

jojo