The Dream is Dead - Why Yanni, WHY!

Sweet delicious keyboardy ecstasy.

Yanni at the jailhouse.

Yanni, you son of a bitch. After all we have been through, you go and pull some shit like this. What... did our plans of world domination through brainwashing by contemporary new age music just slip your mind in a fit of rage? Just when the plan was starting to take shape, you go and get arrested for suspected domestic abuse. Good going, butthole.

Psst. Hi. I'ts me, Yanni.

We were making such progress, too. I mean just look at you, peeking your little Yanni head out of the crystal waters like the new age messiah. We sold out Radio City Music Hall for ten dates. We played in the shadow of the Taj Mahal and at the Forbidden City in China. Our TV special was seen in 65 countries by half a BILLION people. We had nearly the entire civilized world under our spell, thinking contemporary new age music was listenable and sometimes (rarely) even enjoyable (a little bit).

Thank you my dear. Your kiss makes my 'stache smile.

You were clearly kissed by the angels, my friend. Why wouldn't you just let your girlfriend pack her damn suitcase. Why did you have to leap upon her like a crazed Yanni-tiger? Now our dream, no, our passion is dead and gone. We were so close, honey pants, so very close. After your surgery was completed we were going to fly to your secluded island off the South of France to begin converting our new age fans into blind followers of the Yanni Revolution. I can almost taste the sweet morsels of success in that fantastic mustache of yours. I guess I'll just have to remember you by the last photo we took together. You were so happy with your brand new set of tits. Sigh.

Damn, Yanni. Are those natural?