I don’t know about you, but I enjoy Lorie Line. I wouldn’t pay to go to her concerts, but I don’t mind being paid to go to her concerts. I feel pretty much the same way about OutKast (although the option of running their spotlight has never presented itself) — I don’t seek them out on the radio, but I will pause for the occasional “Hey Ya.” But (and I don’t think I’m alone here) there’s not much I wouldn’t do to see Lorie Line play OutKast on the Keytar. (If you don’t know what the Keytar is, you haven’t spent enough time making fun of the eighties. It is essentially a keyboard with a strap, worn like a guitar, created so keyboard players in the eighties could look cool like guitarists, until everybody realized they just looked much, much geekier. As James would say, Oh snap.)
The thought of seeing Lorie Line play OutKast on the Keytar for the third time makes the thought of Lorie Line playing “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” on the piano for the third time bearable.