It's a bird! No, it's a plane! Oh… it's a falcon.

Dana Falconberry.

Artist? If you can get past her nasally voice and high pitched whale calls, sure. This isn't Finding Nemo, Dory. Are we playing a game of "How Desperate Can I Sound While Singing"? Come-on, guys. Anyone with a brain would realize the talent Dana has easily compares to a half-ass street performer.

While I respect her urban upbringing, I think her music is four decades out of place. Yeah, she sings on pitch (most of the time), but in all honesty, I wouldn't even pay to see her. Hell, I probably wouldn't go if her concert was free, mostly because the venue would be somebody's backyard, which would be plenty of room to house her magnitude of fans.