I caught that smug elitist Shania Twain on Letterman the other night. Her voice didn't sound very good, her moves were boring and the members of her band moves looked dorky. They were all wearing some 80's looking urban outfits, think Janet Jackson's 1812 Rhythm Nation. Except she put a blaze orange bubble vest over her costume.
She made sure to point out that she "wasn't going hunting, that's for sure."
And while I'm at it, may I nominate the Dixie Chicks' remake of Landslide as the most unwelcome cover of the year?
TY.
I don't care for her at all.