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Ode de Macy Gray

I love Mariah Carey.  She has the greatest voice of my generation.  She's drop dead gorgeous and she only has 2 failed marriages.  Okay, she's not perfect...  Okay, she's nuts but that just makes me love her more.  What can I say?  I like crazy.  Still, millions of people love Mariah because of her undeniable talent, looks and the brilliance of her body of work.  I love Macy Gray for almost the exact opposite reasons.

If Mariah went on American Idol, there would be no contest.  They would have to rename the show "Mariah Time".  If Macy would have gone on American Idol, they would have cut her off 10 seconds in to her audition.  Those talent competition shows look for marketable, middle of the road products to sell to the masses and Macy isn't any of that.

Macy looks like this:
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She's all hair, lips and hips and she couldn't be more glorious.  If that isn't enough, she has a very distinctive voice.  It's like she has the choice between warming up her vocals or smoking a pack of Marlboros and picks the latter 9 times out of 10.  Now you're saying to yourself "How the hell does this work?"  The answer is that she is one of the best songwriters that I've ever heard and she just does her.

She's not overtly Black or overtly feminine, she's just overtly Macy Gray and that is what makes me dig her so much.  If Macy can pull off being Macy then Cogito can pull off being Cogito.  She is a reminder that we are all perfectly imperfect and yes, sexy.  There's something so sexy about confidence and Macy just oozes swagger and want's you to do the same. 

I couldn't imagine another singer covering a Macy song but you know who kills them?  Me!  Macy isn't that concerned with hitting a single note and I ain't either.  If you need a Karaoke go to song, bust out "I try" and let the world sing along.  

You have to love a singer that makes you want to sing out loud and her whole being makes we want to join in the orchestra of life.  Keep on sanging Miss Gray.  Me and 102323 people in their showers will keep sanging along witcha.


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