Dear Jason Castro: The Annual American Idol FanGrrrl Posting

Dear Jason Castro,

I love you. Your such an organic singer songwriter. It's like you sit down and think of how to caress your acoustic guitar in such a way the the words of the poem you're singing reverberate through the strings and your voice and straight into the fuzzy texture of my soul. It's like the fuzz of my soul is melding with the fuzz of your soul. God, not since the days of Cat Stevens in his purest form has somebody touched the core of people through the magic of acoustic music.

Please, Jason Castro, please, DO.NOT.GO.CRAZY.LIKE.CAT.STEVENS.

Just be an artist. We don't need your political views. Just your soothing voice and guitar.

Love,
jocelyn




A Haiku for Jason Castro
Dreadlocks and guitar
Next generation hippie
Modern day prophet



Dear Jason Castro,

Sure. You're twenty yeas old. Some people might say that that's age inappropriate for me, but you and I both know better. Because you're an old soul. I can tell that you're an old soul by the way that you feel it deeply when you sing. It's like Paula says, you're special and unique and you have an emotional connection with the audience...by which I mean me. I mean, you have an emotional and physical connection with me. Some might say that twenty is too young for me in my vibrant fertility and middle age, but you and I know better. Because your soul isn't young. It's timeless.

Love,
jocelyn



A Shakespearian Sonnet Not Using Iambic Pentameter for Jason Castro
I have fallen for a child
Jason Castro is his earth name
He is, like youth, wild
He is, like the youth, a cleansing rain

But he is like a dream
And I awake when Simon speaks
His visage evaporates like steam
Which through the cracks of my fantasy leaks

How? How to actualize him in my life?
How to make him full of nerves and blood?
How to make him take me as a wife?
How to control my emotions - for they are a flood?

Sweet Jason I will fully stalk you
Until you realize our love is true



Dear Jason Castro,

When you told that story about how you were on a date and you accidentally tried to eat your dreadlock, I was like "eat me!"

Love,
jocelyn



Dear Jason Castro,

You're from Columbia? Really? Are you a drug dealer? I mean, it's okay if you are. I love bad boys. I saw Blow AND Scarface. Wow. What if you were a bad boy and a dorm room guitarist (tm Don Lennon)? Then you would be like Johnny Depp in Blow combined with Dave Matthews and you would be perfect for my split personality. Wait, did I say that? I don't have a split personality. I'm very level. Will you please sing me a poem and then deal me some blow, please? No, I mean, don't take that the wrong way. I'm absolutely stable. I LOVE YOU!

love,
jocelyn