Everybody loves David Cook's performance of "Hello." Everybody loves it. "Best of the night!," they cry from their cybernetic mountaintops, as I sit, baffled at how people can allow such a marvel of awful, cheap, lazy, half-assed, self-satisfied douchetasticness to touch their souls to the very core.
Then I remember that Nickelback's last album has sold over seven million copies and Daughtry has sold three million, and I understand. I still weep, but I understand.
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Um, that's "Ryan Starr," sir.
You'd think, but no.
Oh. We're talking about two different people. The fact that there are two people who named themselves any variation of that name is so depressing.
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