bitful

I confess: I have been enjoying The Emancipation of Mimi. Sue me.

I listen to the worst in pop but have never liked Mariah Carey. However, her voice seems to have taken on a huskier warmth over the years, and if you strip the sound from any accessory ego trip antics (introducing her personal water carrier on stage at Live 8) and cinematic bombs, her trilling vocalising is not that grating after all.

It can't be all that bad: after all, Dr B. has not yet shouted abuse at Mariah from the other room. Neither did he walk in and silently presented me with headphones. He must have secretly started wearing earplugs around the flat, for he is not one to refrain from telling it like (he thinks) it is.

Here's some of the put-downs he has bestowed to some other music choices of mine:

• 'What do you find in this? This is amateur.' (Natalie Imbruglia - Counting Down The Days)
• 'Ooh, foreign language AND jazz: everything I love in music. NOT.' (Björk - Gling Gló)
• 'Please switch that wailing woman off NOW!' (Emiliana Torrini - Fisherman's Woman)
• (High-pitched piercing loud singing) 'Piiieee Jeeesuuu…' (Charlotte Church - Tissues And Issues)
• 'Matt Bianco? Bunch of wankers!' (Basia - London, Paris, New York)

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