The Critical 'I'

Read. React. Repeat.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

I was watching "Late Show with David Letterman" last night. They had rock piano legend Leon Russell sitting in with the band all night, lending a good twang to the show's music.

One of the show's guests was Lindsay Lohan, the 17-year-old star of Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. When she was introduced, the band played the customary intro tune to usher her in. Thanks to the presence of Russell, the CBS Orchestra made the atypical move of playing a tune with vocals (provided by Russell) to bring in Ms. Lohan. That tune turned out to be the opening strains of Johnny Cash's "Ballad of a Teenage Queen":

Dream on, dream on, teenage queen
Prettiest girl we've ever seen
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you

It was a bouncy little number. There was something about those lyrics--the presence of which gives the guest intros a decidedly different dynamic from the usual instrumental accompanyment--and the way Lohan walked toward the camera, with her flowing hair and a big smile, that seemed just perfect. As a result, I've had that scene stuck in my head all day, along with the song.

I'd attribute this to a fixation on the cute little Lohan, but actually, I don't find her all that appealing. She made for a good guest, and seems to have more upside than most of her contemporaries, but she doesn't do anything in particular for me. Probably (hopefully) it's her ridiculous age, just more than half of mine. Then again, she did say she was looking for an older guy. Probably should wait for her to get past the jailbait zone, though.