This is the scene: My diminutive, white-haired, almost-70 mother walking through a hotel parking lot in San Diego one morning in a purple satin kimono with ostrich feather trim over boxer shorts and a t-shirt that says "Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!" Plus red cowboy boots and a red cowboy hat.
We are the generation that invaded record stores on Wednesday, when the new releases came out, wanting to be the first of our friends to have the new cool album. We slept on sidewalks outside of Korvettes for the first tickets to the Dr. Pepper Festival. We took and continue to take our musical entertainment seriously. It matters to us.
After two weeks of painfully uncomfortable "X Factor" results shows -- replete with a child crying hysterically and death threats against Nicole Scherzinger -- this week's elimination seemed poised to offer a little satisfaction for the outraged fans of Rachel Crow and Drew. But did Marcus manage to escape the chopping block for a fourth week, with no "save me" performance to pull him back from the brink?