Superficial Beautific Expressions

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I love real wonderment, but singers with
superficial beautific expressions on their
faces to create a simulated sense of awe
and idiotic innocence while the excitable
kind force out notes in mounting hysteria
are all insufferable, watching self-conscious
imitations of deep emotion is a
painful experience

I am suffering my way through this part of
André Rieu’s compilation to get to the good
parts, meddling with the DVD player makes
it angry and it switches off in a huff, no ca-
joling convinces it I have a right to skip certain
parts, stoically I sit through the hysterical
antics of the shouting brigade to get to Roses
From the South and The Emperor Waltz

But I refuse to be a martyr for the melodramatic
rendition of Some Day My Prince Will Come, the
singer with the self-satisfied expression but sadly
lacking in the vocal department posing with pigtails
is a disaster and even if my DVD stomps away in
offended irritation I shall skip Over the Rainbow
and What a Wonderful World

When these people belt out songs without true
emotion it is like the discordant screeches of
banshees in the night and I can do that myself…
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