Hired to Kill Pop Music part… the last one!

I googled this S. Cowl, wore trousers up to his nipples. A wide snarly smile that made children cry and run away, dizzy, into walls and fridges and spewed vomit onto the earth, shattering into ridiculous amounts of cash.

He says the truth because it is what people want to hear. Is it an eternal truth? No. Because that would consist of the shows he created never ever having been aired. They do not come close to finding talent just mediocrity flashed like a hot piece of arse on the red carpet. Within the moment they are everything and nothing. Crowd screams, then there is silence and puzzled looks, -whothefuckwerethey? Until something else pops along in bright colours and fleshy smiles.

Turns out he didn’t even come up with the idea for the show. He tweaked the format from Pop-idol to make it his own.

Genius!?!

Where bad singers are laughed at and then the good ones (still abysmal) don’t look so bad because the bad ones are mentally disabled, singing through their nose. I watched a few clips on youtube, funny to begin with, then I felt sad, first for the contestant and then for me. It had ran for fifteen years. It excluded me, I could not watch it if my eyes were kept open by Alison Bries sensual finger tips.

Whilst walking nowhere really, I was stopped by a thousand flashes and screaming girls.

“Ahhhhhhhh it’s the man who’s trying to kill pop music. He’s so sexy!”