Now that
Clay Aiken has opened up about being a lesbian, it's time to revisit this treasure from two year's ago...the Clay Aiken banterview!
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Previously posted on September 18, 2006:A promo of the new
Clay Aiken CD,
A Thousand Different Ways, arrived in the mail last week with a fey thud and little fanfare.
D'luv and
MoogaBoo sat down on Friday for an emergency banterview session.
J'ASON D'LUV: You know, I voted for Clay --
repeatedly -- during the final weeks of
American Idol in 2003. I now live with the daily shame that every loser who voted for
George W. Bush must feel.
MOOGABOO: Oh, babe. Don't remind the public. We're still reeling over
JoJogate!
JD: Seriously, listening to this CD is like hearing the soundtrack that must play during a long, painful elevator ride to Hell.
M: Well, let's put it this way... you know how we've been friends for 11 years, and how I've been in awe at all the nice stuff you've done for me in that time...
JD: Are you sure you don't have me confused with someone else?
M: ...well, F that! You owe me
bigtime. I listened to this entire album today in preparation for this discussion. In all seriousness, if Clay sounded more womanly here, it would be a good thing. It's that he only sounds
half-womanly that I can't get into him.
JD: I actually listened to this while driving around in the rain yesterday, and I prayed for a hydroplaning disaster to end the torture, one way or another.
M: But you know, one thing I'll give ValleyPrettyBoy. At least he changed up the arrangement on that
Richard Marx "classic," and made it a little bit his own.
JD: Well, the melancholy guitar riff on "Right Here Waiting" starts out kind of decent. But then a.) it's "Right Here Waiting," and 4.) Clay Aiken is singing it. Shouldn't he be cashing in at this point? There's no denying Clay can move CDs off the shelves. Where's the
Timabaland vanity rap? The
Scott Storch police-siren dance jam?
M: I think that would cause Claymates to desert him faster than
Lindsay Lohan ditching an AA meeting.
JD: Thank God the official single is "Without You," because we all know that song hasn't been covered enough. And there's even a ringtone you can download.
M: Two
Celine Dion covers on one album, more or less, is a bit extreme, even for someone as continually avant garde and provocative as Clay Aiken.
JD: Why hasn't
Crazy Frog covered this one yet?
M: Even Crazy Frog probably thinks "Without You" is tired at this point.
JD: I hate when Clay hits that upper octave in the chorus. He does that thing with his voice where it sounds like a pterodactyl just rammed its beak up his ass.
M: You mean the faux-emotion waver?
JD: More like fax-emotion. In fact, I think he faxed the "soul" in to the studio for this whole thing.
M: Even judging Clay objectively, on his own terms and in the context of easy-listening crooners throughout the ages, I still think he falls way short of the greats.
JD: There's no doubt about that. Even luminaries such as
Barry Manilow and
Elton John knew enough to do a fast-paced rocker or disco number now and then, to also hook the more commercial listener.
M: Clay somehow seems above expressing any emotion, when he should by all means be over-emoting. At least a little. Being loud, which he can do well, is not the same thing. There's gotta be gigantic sweat beads on a gnarled, grimacing face for the housewives' panties to really fully drop.
JD: Hey, what about him doing "Everytime You Go Away"? I bet when
Daryl Hall heard this he dropped dead right on top of
John Oates.
M: I read somewhere that Clay hires lookalikes to do appearances at malls and such, just like
Andy Warhol.
JD: Speaking of which, Clay's wig is looking strangely like
Paul Reubens', circa his appearance in the gritty 2001
Johnny Depp crime drama
Blow. See?
M: Freaky. Now show me a picture of Paul Reubens. Actually, I was thinking his wig looks more like the cover of
Helen Reddy's
Greatest Hits 8-track.
JD: Christ, this CD just goes on and on. His voice really is an instrument of pure evil.
M: Don't they use his music as confession bait at Guantanamo? You know, despite production from a very able team of Swedes, somehow the actual music on
A Thousand Different Ways seems beside the point.
JD: I'm surprised at how many producers bent over to get a shot at producing this compost pile. Most shocking is
Per Magnusson and
Dave Kreuger, who gave us
Britney Spears' "Sometimes." Here, they're reduced to knob-twiddling a watered-down version of "Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word."
M: Knob-twidding? Bent over? Are you reading the liner notes again?
JD: Funny you should mention the liner notes, because in them Clay writes this: "To my miracle workers," which he rattles off a bunch of names, "who along with their jackhammers, blowtorches and heavy machinery had the unenviable task of making me look presentable." It's obvious Clay's been watching way too much gay porn lately.
M: He's got a Falcon construction worker fantasy going on there.
JD: So, this brings us to the cover of the
Bad English ballad, "When I See You Smile." I used to date this girl back in 10th grade who declared that this was "our song." I've hated it ever since. And by "date," I mean we passed notes during History class. Which base is that again?
M: That's technically still in the dug-out.
JD: Dammit.
M: That song reminds me of getting a three-year subscription to
Rolling Stone and not seeing
Madonna,
Cyndi Lauper or
Samantha Fox on that cover once during those three years.
JD: Despite the goopy muck of standards done here, there are also two orignal songs written for this album -- one of which is penned by
Aldo Nova. Let's not forget that he wrote Clay's #1
American Idol-finale hit, "This Is The Night."
M: No, let's forget. Didn't Aldo Nova have a solo career at some point? Or am I thinking of
Del Amitri? God, Clay should hook up with those guys. "Roll To Me" is in every movie trailer.
JD: He did indeed have a solo career. My mom used to have one of his 45s when I was a kid. I forget what the song was called, but she would certainly cut me out of the will if she knew I was using my college education to write dissections of Clay Aiken albums.
M: Am I the only one who thinks Clay might be taking the tiniest of baby steps "outward" with this album? I'm of course referring to his not-terrible cover of
Dolly Parton's '70s hit, "Here You Come Again."
JD: Well, he did call it
A Thousand Different Ways. Wasn't that what
John Paulus' response was when he
went on Howard Stern's show and was asked to describe the Yuletide hotel romp he had with Clay?
M: It might also refer to John Paulus' many attempts to keep his name in the press. I actually feel for Clay in that situation.
JD: Did you see that
clip from the
American Idol finale last season, when he walked out and surprised that ClayTrinket singing "Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me"? It's like everyone in the world was in on the joke but the two of them.
M: And he seemed so arrogant! He looked at that Clay dweebling with such an air of "Yes, it's really me, my child." I feel bad that there are people severely retarded enough that they want to be Clay... and that
includes Clay!
JD: It was like when
Michael Jackson performed at The Brits in '96, saving international children on the stage from a Biblical doom. Only this time
Jarvis Cocker wasn't there to ambush the show and make his ass sing along.
M: I wonder if that one made it onto the
HiStory DVD?
JD: I can guarantee neither of us will ever know.
M: The more this CD plays, I find myself liking Clay, wanting to hear certain songs again and suddenly feeling very protective of him. Please help me.
JD: I personally think it's pretty cheap to make the Claymates wait with drenched knickers for three years for a lame album of cover versions. I hope there's an outraged revolt on Planet Dork when it comes out.
M: But these covers are just lame enough to please Planet Dork, don't you think? I mean, "Broken Wings"... great song, probably too edgy for your average Claymate, so they removed all synths and added a whispery female vocal (aside from Clay's) and made it as soft as a bag of Charmin. These people know to whom they're selling.
JD: I like how this female vocalist is trying to talk-sing, ala Madonna in "Justify My Love."
M: Yeah, but she doesn't sound mysterious or sexy... just lost. I half expect her to whisper, "Do you know if the restrooms are on this floor?"
JD: And Clay knows where every public restroom within a 10-mile radius is, I suspect.
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Written by D'luv on September 24th, 2008 with no comments.
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Now that Clay Aiken has opened up about being a lesbian, it's time to revisit this treasure from two year's ago...the Clay Aiken banterview!
M: That song reminds me of getting a three-year subscription to Rolling Stone and not seeing Madonna, Cyndi Lauper or Samantha Fox on that cover once during those three years.
M: Am I the only one who thinks Clay might be taking the tiniest of baby steps "outward" with this album? I'm of course referring to his not-terrible cover of Dolly Parton's '70s hit, "Here You Come Again."
