Bluebird Singing in the Dead of Night

Check out this paragraph from the reporting on Britney Spear’s mom’s request for a restraining order against the “manager” the young mom has only known since October…

“Britney returned and became very agitated and could not stop moving. She cleaned the house. She changed her clothes many times. She also changed her three dogs’ clothes many times. Britney spoke to me in a tone and a level of understanding of a very young girl. Britney then picked up a bottle of pills and read the label and asked us, ‘What does insomnia mean?’ “

Forget it all, except she allegedly changed her dogs clothes three times. I am in the camp that if you even have clothes that fit your dog once, there is a screw a little loose. I can see safety clothes, for very cold conditions, or something like that, but to dress them up just because you can? That should have earned a 72-hour hold at UCLA right there. I even can understand doing something because it’s funny…I get that. But to have whole outfits that you can change them into and not be happy with any of them?

Also, I’m assuming she was drugged already if she is asking what insominia means.

Which brings up another point…

Why doesn’t Disney give a Wonderlic Test to every new piece of pre-teen meat it sends to its superstardom training camp? They spend millions on these people, shouldn’t they know about dull knives in the drawer? This is amazing to me. Astonishing, in fact. In fact, why not make the Wonderlic part of American Idol? Let’s see what they do in 12 minutes — about one segment of the show. This would not only be informative, but the unintentional comedy scale possibilities are through the roof.

Make each of the final ten Idol contestants take the test on camera.

There. That is my idol suggestion for pop culture must-haves.

Want to hear more of what a pop culture nerd I can be? I took P’s truck to get McDonald’s for lunch and her radio was on some FM station. Normally, the first thing I do is switch it to AM and either newstalk or sportstalk. But today, there was a very good U2 song so I turned it up and sang along.

Then the next song came on and I was startled by how cool the lyrics were for a song I had never heard, by God knows who.

So, of course, I got home and looked it up via googling one phrase, “hourglass glued table.” The song is by an artist named Anna Nalick and the song is called “Breathe (2 a.m.).”

I had never heard of either. So I found her on Amazon, sampled some of her other stuff and liked it enough to download my first album that I actually paid money for and was achieved legally over the internet tubes.

But here’s the thing…it was the oldest of mass communication technologies that started the whole ball rolling. No radio in the truck, no getting to the point of downloading an album and buying her stuff.

I’m not sure if it is total irony, but it did make me pause and think.

Here are the lyrics…

2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
I don’t love him, winter just wasn’t my season
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites, you’re all here for the very same reason‘Cause you can’t jump the track,we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe