4.03.2008

An Open Letter to David Cook

My Dearest David,
First let me say how proud I am of you. Top 8? Who would have thought [other than me, obviously, because I have always believed in you] I am proud as Paula as I watch you up there each week. And even though they have yet to show me on any cameras [apparently they only keep them in the studio and don’t actually bring them to townhouses] I am still loyally cheering my heart out.

But let’s talk about your song choice. While they all sound good and the judges affirm them…they worry me sometimes. Billie Jean? Hooking up with a girl then claiming she is not your lover and the kid isn’t yours either? Little Sparrow? Urging women not to trust men because they’ll just break your heart. I just don’t know if you are trying to hint something with these songs or build your bad-boy rocker image. I just don’t know why you can’t sing a song like Shania Twain’s “You're Still the One” or Bryan McKnight’s “Back At One” OR you could have sang “Julia” for The Beatles week…just something to think about.

And, I was a little upset that I had to find out about your little trip to the hospital with high blood pressure along with the rest of America. I just think this is a sign that you have been working yourself too hard, and maybe even more so a sign that you are not spending enough time with ME. I don’t think you understand how much it calms and rejuvenates you to be in my presence.

Now the point of this letter: I have to be honest; I don’t really know where this relationship is going. Love has to be a two-way street. I feel like all I do is listen and clap and cheer and then….nothing. It’s like a great distance separates us – a big sheet of glass or some satellite waves or something. I don’t really feel like you hear or see me. When is the last time you sat down and spent time with me? Or asked me to be one of your background vocalists? All we do anymore is hear about YOU and your songs or musical arrangements or family or what you did that week. And I don't even get the questions I really want answered taken care of because Ryan never picks mine...I mean it’s ALL very interesting, don’t get me wrong – but we can’t build a lasting relationship on that…

I guess what I am really trying to get at is…we should meet sometime. I just think if you MET me you would feel that Speck Spark. We're really meant to be. Your last name is Cook...I like to cook. You lack organization...I am good at nagging people into organization. You're on American Idol...I watch American Idol. You record songs that are put on iTunes...I buy them off iTunes. Coincidence? I think not...It must be real!

Lovingly,
Yeti

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7 comments:

Eric said...

OK, so one day you say you're not a Joshua Harris pre-love-letter sort of girl, but the very next day here you are writing a pre love letter for your future husband. Where's the consistency?

Marieeee said...

I hope one day he reads this, meets you and then you guys can laugh your little hearts together :)

andrew j. ulasich said...

oh david cook. eleanor rigby, anyone? good choice in a man to pursue.

Eric said...

Oh,well in that case you two have my blessing. Mazel tov!

Prentice Park said...

I must say David Cook is pretty legit, too bad for him he has really high blood pressure! Im rootin' for Brooke White, but Im sure it will be the kid David Archablahblah

lizzo said...

hilaaaaaarious, roomie... i love it!!

the kicker is... said...

oh. my. gosh.
you are KILLING me!
I love this letter. Nice work.
And although I have several Idols that I'm rather fond of, I confess that dc is up at the top for me too. No worries - it's just in a music-appreciation way ;)