Katy Perry. On a scale of 0 to 10 with 0 being Annoying and 10 being Super Annoying, where would you rank Ms. Perry’s performance as a guest judge on American Idol last night. To get all catty with fellow judge Kara is one thing. Kara’s a big girl and is raking in a big pile of dough, so she can deal with it. Perry’s flippant attitude with contestants and acting like she had somewhere more important to be is what gets her perfect 10, a 10 with a big “T”, on my scorecard. Katy, tell your brasses to sit/stay for a second so you can hear this.

The fans who have been kind enough to put some money in your bank account, did so because you kissed a girl and liked it, more so than because they heard your music and liked it. My free career advice is to keep churning out songs about kissing girls unless you want people to stop putting you on TV and their IPods. You know the whole “act like you’ve been there before” cliché? Maybe try being a role model or a mentor to a couple of kids hoping to catch a break? Apparently not, but that’s okay because I doubt that you would have much to offer unless some poor kid wants advice on what kind of fruit they should dress up as.

Yikes, that was all a major violation of a key tenet of the Play On mission statement which calls for this blog to be a No Hater Zone. So, for the record, I don’t hate Ms. Perry, she’s just annoying. My cat’s annoying but I put up with him. I think I’ll dress my cat up as a watermelon, the next time he starts in with his paranormal, dead zone, guttural yowl.

And for today’s song, here’s something totally unrelated to my rant.

- DAVE