H E double hockey sticks: special easter edition

I wrote this long ass post.

well I wrote half of it.

It was all about the early wake up on Easter and stuff...

It was really long.

REALLY LONG

and also really boring.  and whiny.  and not really funny.

so instead I will tell you that after she was done eating breakfast (I am that mean mom that makes the kid eat BEFORE the fun... because otherwise she won't eat a thing) locating all her treasures... and opening each egg and revealing the contents of it with delight... and eating a bag of Jelly Belly beans... she wanted to put on her new pretend pop star headset and listen to the Radio Disney hits CD that Mr. Kaos and I got her for her birthday (which was only 3 days ago...)

Let me make something clear;  She REALLY wanted that CD and rather than buy her another toy or 10 that she doesn't need and I don't want her to have we decided to let her have it.  We leave the excessive toy buying to other people.

So like I said we got her the CD and she was thrilled but we haven't had a chance to listen to it... until this morning...

That's where the hell part comes in.

Have we covered here on my blog that I love music?  I love it with a fierce and fiery passion.  I adore music.  I've spent most of my life LOVING music and... well kind of disliking musicians.  One thing is pretty consistent with me though... aside from some crazy 80's stuff and some gothy club music I danced to in my teens I hate music that has been processed and over produced... music that has had the spirit and the soul ripped from it.

This CD pretty much embodies what I can't stand about the recording industry these days.

I think I may be bleeding from my ears.

please make it stop...