Dear America, We'll keep breeding them, You keep turning them into Stars. Thanks! Love, Canada!

In my extremely simplistic view of the world, this is the kind of stuff that world peace SHOULD be made of.

Heavy metal hopefuls from all over the world tried out for the supremacy of vocalist histrionics. When the dry ice cleared, a Toronto boy named Lukas Rossi will be fronting the Tommy Lee/ Gilbey Clarke/ Jason Newsted metal band called Super-another-band-already-has-the-name-so-you-have-to-change-it-the-judge-said-so-Nova.

I, sadly, because I truly love this kind of spectacle, didn't get to watch much of it. I don't get that channel. I'm really too lame to rock...but I watched it at Mom's a couple of times. It's the perfect thing to watch while lying on the floor stretching out my screamingly painful back after a ride, a grooming, and a tack cleaning.

Oh, the scowling. The shrieking. The power-vibrato. The stalking of the stage. The menacing glares. The unrelenting parade of ROCKINGNESS! The black eyeliner! The tattoos! The fresh tattoos hastily inked in time for the start of the show because you can't compete on a show with the title ROCK STAR without a tattoo, because then you have no cred!!!! I rolled on the floor in front of the TV, groaning in back pain and gasping in happiness at all the menacing tattooed attitood.

Our boy Lukas, a little guy with elephantine pipes, was a standout from the start, despite of and because of his s**t disturber personality and his bizarre eyebrows. This is rock. You can't be nice. You can be funny, you can be rude, but you must always believe that you are already a star and therefore never be lower than anybody. You can even be a little troll. Just ask Jason Newsted, who survived several years in Metallica with a troll hitting the drums behind him. Trolls rock. You heard it here.


You knew that those guys couldn't actually choose a woman to front their band, right? I mean you knew that. Well hey. I'm just going for world peace through rock. I'm still working on gender equality through rock. Give me time.

While it's not nearly as rocking, I'm buzzing with anticipation for the finale of Canadian Idol. Consistently this has been a show full of mind blowing talent that sadly goes nowhere after the deal is done. This could be the year that we pick a real winner!!!


Wow, just look at these kids. Nice, nice, nice. They would help granny across the street and tell her she looks nice today. The Rockingness factor is low, but let me tell you, both of these kids can sing. And the fella in the middle is much less orange this week.

I personally am disappointed that this kid went home last week.
He's a genuine Saskatchewan farm boy. He wears plaid. He has pretty eyes and messy curly hair. He has a deep voice. (He's a little too Nickelback for my liking but he redeemed himself with his "Just a Gigolo" thing, I kid you not.) He makes me feel like a dirty old housewife, but not in a totally bad way. In fact he kind of reminds me of a boy I was in love with a loooooong time ago...and that is a story best left for another day.

My American friends, I strongly urge you to find a CTV channel and watch the finale.

As far as Rock Star goes, this is the 2 for 2 that a Canadian has won. Yep, it's true. There is something funny going on up here. We've got lots of talent and not enough of a star system, so America, I say we keep up this good thing. We'll supply you with talent. All you have to do is love them!

Thank you,
Love, Canada.