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Dexter is a pretty amazing show. A serial killer who kills other serial killers is a character I can really get behind. Michael C. Hall does a great job with this character, but who knew he was a serial killer with some serious vocal talent? Michael C. Hall was on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon the other night, and when Jimmy asked him what Dexter’s favorite Christmas song would be, it didn’t take him long to come up with Santa Claus is Coming to Town. He broke into an excellent rendition, and changed the lyrics to make it appropriately creepy for the character he portrays. Who knew that Dexter songspoke?
Last Thursday’s episode of The Office (Sex Ed) hilariously incorporated all of Michael Scott’s exes over the past 6 seasons into one convenient plot about herpes. However, one of my favorite moments from the episode was from the B story, which was when Andy took it upon himself to hold a sex education seminar for the rest of the employees in order to learn more about Erin and Gabe’s relationship. The Nard Dog bribed the staff with pizza, and as he arrived with it, he beautifully illustrated the concept of songspeak by altering the lyrics to Hot Blooded by Foreigner and singing:
Hot pizza, check it and see…
Got a whole buncha pepperoni!
Classic. These are my favorite moments of the show. The ones where the characters do dorky things that real people do all the time. Which is exactly what songspeak is.
Maybe Andy should replace Michael Scott when he leaves the show at the end of the season…
Let’s get this straight. I don’t watch American Idol. I only found out the winner because I googled it today. Great job America. You did it again. Pick the most bland, soundalike contestant of the season as the winner. Seriously…is anyone going to be able to tell the difference between Lee Dewyze, David Cook, and Kris Allen 10 years from now? Can they even tell the difference now? As Bob from Bob’s Furniture would say…I doubt it! Crystal Bowersox may be a rotten-toothed, dirty dreadlock-wearing hippy, but at least she had a unique look and sound. The good news for her is that much of the time, runners-up tend to be more successful in the long run. Oh, and apparently it was Simon Cowell’s last night or something. Who cares. Maybe with his departure, the show will fade into obscurity where it belongs.
A couple weeks ago I was driving my wife, daughter, and mother-in-law down the highway. Every time we passed a tractor trailer truck on the left, my daughter diligently pumped her arm up and down, trying to get the driver to honk the horn. One of the truckers actually did it, much to her delight. There must have been a lot of trucks on the road that day, because we soon came upon a big ol’ piece of truck tire sitting in the middle of the two lanes. As I swerved a bit to avoid it, I mumbled, “Big tire chunk”. After a brief pause, my wife quietly said, “I love that show”. It took me a second to realize what she was talking about, but she was of course referring to Nickelodeon’s recent show, Big Time Rush, about a group of small-town guys in a boy band trying to make the big time. At the time, I kind of shook my head, but thinking back, I realize I must applaud the effort. I mean, after all, if you want it all, lay it on the line. It’s the only life you’ve got, so you’ve gotta live it big time.
For some reason, today Matt and I have been talking about NBC’s new primetime game show, Minute to Win It (or, as it was known 60 years ago, Beat the Clock). While I was lunching at my desk, I decided to watch a bit of it online, which in turn caused Matt to watch it as well. So many questions. Why is Guy Fieri hosting this show? And why can’t he roll his R’s, causing him to pronounce his name “Fietti”?
Regardless, it’s a pretty catchy concept, and I’d gladly blow a bubble through a hoop for a chance at $50,000 or even…one meeel-yun dollars. NBC has really been hyping this show over the past few weeks, ingraining the phrase “minute to win it” in our subconscious, and getting Ke$ha’s Tik Tok incessantly stuck in our heads. You’d think after all that, the host of the show would know the name of the show. But, as you can see in this clip from the premiere, that’s not the case. Watch as Guy tells Big Steve he’s “got a win it to minute“:
Nice one, Guy. Back to TGiFriday’s commercials for you.
Imagine my joy when SNL featured a Digital Short this past weekend of my favorite track off the Lonely Island CD, Boombox. Julian Casablancas from the Strokes appears, as he provided vocals for the song. The video pretty much tells the story I envisioned in my head, and any song and/or video that references the 1990 hit Do the Bartman is aces in my book.
There was a pretty awesome songspeak on the Soup Awards this past weekend. Jeffrey Osborne’s classic 80′s ballad On the Wings of Love was nominated for his perfomance of the song on the season finale of ABC’s The Bachelor. Although Heidi Montag’s abominable performance from the Miss Universe Pageant won the award, Jeffrey Osborne made a surprise appearance and announced to Joel McHale and the rest of the world the existence of his new wing restaurant, Jeffrey Osborne’s Wings of Love. It appears to be along the lines of the Toasted Owl that we here at songspeak like to frequent, and Jeffrey sang a great new version of his famous hit that promoted the restaurant. You can see the performance here (warning – it will make you hungry for wings):
For some godforsaken reason, I ended up watching Wednesday’s DVR’ed episode of American Idol with my wife. I got to watch as hopeful contestants’ dreams were realized or crushed as they were told whether they’d be in the top 24 or not. 12 girls and 12 guys. Or something. I really don’t care. Anyway, they were showing Crystal Bowersox’s backstory and road to Hollywood, and my wife told me, “wait until you see her teeth”. I’m like, “Why, is she a snaggletooth like Jewel?”, and she said, “All her teeth are brown…isn’t that a song by…?”, but before she could finish, I started singing, “All her teeth are brown, and the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)” to the tune of California Dreamin’ by the Mamas & the Papas. That’s indeed what she was referring to. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, yes, Crystal Bowersox’s teeth are gross.