More Than You More Than You Know

On day seven of life without my iPod, let me take a break from the housing mayhem to tell you how much I despise Daughtry.

These days I'm forced to listen to the radio during my commute, because I stopped stocking CDs in my car awhile ago, and God knows where they are. (Actually, I know where they are. They're in a box in the flooded basement. I'm not going down there after them.)

I've never watched a single episode of IDOL, so I'm at a loss to understand who this Daughtry is or how he's happened to land his grating songs on such high radio rotation.

Why do I listen then? Because when I hit the tuner to skip to the next channel, THERE HE IS AGAIN. They lyrics are becoming ingrained on my brain, taking up space intended for worrying about global warming.

So Daughtry, it's your turn to listen up. This little medley goes out to you:

I never saw it coming, should have started running a LONG time ago.
I'm better off without you.
More than you more than you know.

Pack your bags and walk away. Your songs and your face are getting old.
So go on Home. To the place where you belong.
I'm Over You.

P.S. What's "Daughtry?" Your first name? Your last? Dude, you are not a one-name talent. From now on I'm going to call you Frank, because that's all the notice you deserve.

Up next week...Nickelback.