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Huh? You gotta be kidding. I wrote that post with complete tongue in cheek, knowing that anyone as savvy as Lissener would discern my invisible winking eye. I had no beef with him whatsoever. Must I really dumb down my responses so that they are evident to everyone?
I don’t know what’s more troubling: the fact that I had never seen or heard that or frankly even known of its existence, or the fact that now I do not know how I have survived to this point without knowing of it. I will be eternally grateful.
I like the part in the beginning where a shirtless black man with handfuls of glitter comes out and kicks the lead singer.
Much as Mrs. Polekitty loves Sarah B., she destroyed Whiter Shade of Pale and Dust in the Wind for me. Her lack of anything resembling talent and reliance on what has in previous posts been described as cheese makes her wholly unremarkable. She comes off as a discount-bin Bernadette Peters to me.
Plus she’s apparently married to Andrew Lloyd Webber, a man who could be nailed to any number of things and I would simply laugh.
If I may, I’d lik to turn the question around and as why there is such LOVE for Sarah?
They divorced in 1990 (check the end of the Stage Career section).
I don’t mind her. I actually like her “Pie Jesu” from Lloyd Webber’s Requiem.
That… IS THE GREATEST THING EVER
The 70’s have been redeemed! 
Agreed. How can I have that video tattooed to my face?
Dear Jesus Baldheaded Christ in a chicken basket.
Jesus Pie? And my band is named.
That video, hilarious as it is, points to one of the many reasons SB gives me the icks: she’s stolen as much from Kate Bush as Tori Amos ever has. Witness.
Eesh.
Oh come on. How can you watch this performance and not want to kill yourself just to have it end?
Wow, whoda thunk she’d be reduced to performing in an Ikea showroom.
While not carried to the ethereal heights that she seems to be shooting for, I think I’ll keep on living.
It’s the vacant look in her eyes that bugs me.
That and the glitter.
Ze goggles! Ze do nozzing!!!
I wasn’t aware that Sarah Brightman was a zombie.
I’m looking forward to her next double CD release, “Brains” and “Brains.”