My mother just might kill me for this. With her bare hands. Or her cast iron skillet.
But it's worth it. Absolutely worth it.
You see, one of the joys of going on vacation with my mother and my brother once a year is my brother, Jeff, introducing me to all the music "those wacky kids today" are listening to.
Cause if Garland didn't sing it at Carnegie, if Sondheim didn't write it or if Miss Dolly Parton didn't do a kick-ass bluegrass version of it, I could really give a damn about it, for the most part.
This summer, my brother introduced me to Fergie's song, GLAMOROUS.
He also introduced it to my mother.
And after hearing Mama sing her (slightly off) version of it a few times, I asked her to perform it for me one day on the beach at Hilton Head.
And I took a little video clip of it with my camera.
Mama Wanda: The Next American Idol!