Mickey gets it:
You know how sometimes you put on one of your favorites songs and you’re tapping your feet and listening very closely to the singer and you suddenly realize … he’s faking it. It’s the fifth take and he doesn’t care anymore. Or that’s what it sounds like. It could be a good song, by a good group–it happened to me recently with the Decemberists. It happens all the time. But it sort of kills the effect.
I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel about Fred Thompson.
The Dish 