Greetings From Kansas City

I missed Idol last night because I was working at a comedy club in David Cook's hometown. I was worried that a local boy in the finals of America's most popular television show would hurt attendance, but 100 people came to our show at Famous Johnny's. I'm not sure if we were the draw or if folks were more interested in the two-dollar all-you-can-eat taco bar, but we, of course, are taking full credit for the packed house.

I clicked on My Yahoo! as soon as we got back to the hotel room and was completely shocked to learn that David C had defeated David A. I wasn't a big fan of Cook. Mostly because these rocker dudes--Cook, Chris Daughtry, Bo Bice-- just seem to be out of place in this corny, Americana singing contest. Once they start singing Andrew Lloyd Webber or big band standards they lose their youthful street cred. Those are the type of songs a real rocker only starts singing when he's obviously too old to rock anymore.

Songwriting champ Regie Hamm received a nice write-up in yesterday's USA Today. I was thrilled that his daughter, who has Angelman's Syndrome, was mentioned. (In earlier posts, I have written about my great-nephew Jake who has the same rare genetic disorder.)

Congratulations to David Cook.