a corporate Nashville assembly-
line teen product modeled up to appeal to the
soccer mom crowd in the fucking PC 90s. She was geared up to have a "wholesome" goody-goody image to appeal to
people who don't like their music too challenging. She was declared a teen prodigy when she covered the country classic "Blue". Right after that, several albums consisting of her covering other
people's songs were released. She has destroyed good songs like "Purple Rain" by Prince, and predictably sang "Christian" ("You Light Up My Life") and "patriotic" songs (just in time - right after 9/11, imagine that! Cha-ching!). Around 2003 she released a teen
crap dance album, it stunk. She records whatever is the heat of the moment. She is a manufactured star, indicative of what's wrong with popular music today.
On Thanksgiving Day 1997, my mom turns on the
radio and Leann Rimes is wailing her version of "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers. Everyone in the whole fucking family is impressed and struck with
awe at her extreme "
talent", everyone, that is, except me.