
Last year I tried out for Canadian Idol. I never intended to, but I met up with a few of my friends who were auditioning. I was too old at the time for auditioning (I was 28 and the cutoff age was 26), but Tina talked me into trying to sneak my way in. So Tina and I decided it would be a good idea if we hit an offsale, pick up some mickies of gin and rye, get some mix from 7-11 and do Canadian Idol drunk. Well, after getting not too much sleep amongst the herd of delusional future superstars, I sweet-talked my way through the ID booth and handed in my entry form. So after getting through the entry gates, Tina and I went to work on our alcohol. At this point I realized that it would probably be a good idea to figure out what song or songs I should have prepared since I obviously had no intentions of being at this shindig at all. Feeling a bit buzzed, I figured that since I'm here on a drunken lark and since I'm too old for the competition, I figured I should commit Canadian Idol suicide and sing "At a Medium Pace" by Adam Sandler. Well, it ended up that my buddy Nathan and I got to audition in the same room. By this point, Tina and I were very intoxicated. As Nathan and I were sitting in the hallway outside all the audition rooms, Tina comes running out of her audition room. She got to sing a second song because she did great on her first one, but she forgot the words to her second song. Well, immediately after she got rejected she comes running out of the audition room past Nathan and I in a mad rush to use the washroom because she was doing the pee pee dance. Well, in her hurry, she trips on a chair and falls flat on her face. Crash! Nathan and I, being the supportive friends that we are, start cracking up big time. Tina skinned her nose pretty good. I would definitely give her fall a 9 out of 10 for sure. [Tina, if you end up reading this, I apologize, but it's such a GREAT story!] Sortly thereafter, it is audition time for Natahn and I and two girls. Nathan begins, does a killer job of his song and gets a chance to advance to the next round. This other girl sings and does an amazing job. Me, in my classy and drunken stupor, gives her a high fiveand says to her "Holy shit! That was fuckin' awesome! Up top!" The judges, for some odd reason were not too impressed. Then the next girl sings "Amazing Grace." A perfectly nice segueway into Adam Sandler's ode to shampoo bottles up asses and premature ejaculation. Well, at this point I begin the song. I suddenly had some second thoughts about singing Adam Sandler because the room was so quiet and the judges looked pretty stern. Well, I start off crooning "Put your arms around me baby, can't you see I need you so..." etc. I'm doing these cheesy Backstreet Boy hand gestures, such as the "finger wave" and the classic move of all time... the "hand grasp." The judges were actually receptive to me at this point. But then I started singing the raucnhy part of the song... "...Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace..." etc. The looks on the judges faces were priceless... looks of pure disbelief and scorn. It was such a tense mood in the room. Nathan started giggling nervously and then I forgot a word, so I stopped. After that, I told the judges "I do have a serious song if you want..." Needless to say, they declined my gracious offer. So that is my Canadian Idol story. I found the whole experience surreal. Just from a people-watching perspective, I was in pure disbelief seeing all these girls coming out of the audition rooms crying because they got turned down. I honestly can't believe that someone would enter a contest like this and EXPECT to advance. That's like buying a lottery ticket and expecting to win.