So I haven't written about Idol in a while - the top 12's been formed and is now a top 11, following the elimination of deep-voiced West Australian Jonny Taylor tonight. I guess all there is to do now is to recap what I think of the remaining contestants, and what I think might pan out over the next few months or so...
Chrislyn Hamilton, then, is the seventeen year old, vaguely corpulent soul and R&B queen - the first one through to the top 12, and the first (and god forbid, let's hope it's the last) recipient of the Kyle-Sandilands-Pseudo-Bogan/Ocker-Touchdowwwwnnnn. Sure, the girl can sing, but can she sing anything other than Aretha Franklin? Clamouring Captain Obviouses everywhere shout "Yes she can...she can do Tina Turner too!" Well...you get my point. It'd be nice to see some light and shade. And I wish she wouldn't say "youse". Now that you're in the big wide world, Chrislyn, it's time for decorum and proper ways of speaking.
Note: comparisons with Chrislyn and former Idol winner Casey Donovan are completely unfounded. They're both fat and young, but the similarities end there. As hard as that is for some of you to believe, it's true.
Wes Carr was the first to perform on Sunday night and was little more than mediocre, to be perfectly frank - yet having said that, he was much better than most of the Idolers on Sunday night. Decked out with cap and Decoré hair and epileptic leg, he makes for quite a performer, although his U2 on Sunday was fairly blah compared to his rather intriguing audition. He'll improve, I'm sure, and he still has to be regarded as the favourite.
Then there's Tom Williams, and I really don't want to talk about him. No, really. I understand that arthritis is horrible but I don't understand how that and a set of accentuated dimples can get you this far in what's supposed to be a singing contest. Ah well - tweenyboppers will vote away, and one can only hope that the 1800 numbers are being blocked on mobile phones all across the country.
Thanh Bui certainly has a killer voice - but he can't seem to put it to good use. Why wouldn't you be busting out some exciting beats, Mr. Bui, instead of the sugarcoated boyband garbage you serve up each week? He's like listening to the lovechild of John Farnham and the long lost Asian member of Human Nature, and I really think he should've got the boot tonight. Oh well, you can't have it all.
Emerging fast as Wes' only real male challenger to the title, then, is Melburnian Mark Spano, who despite his Hinder/Daughtry/Nickelback-like vocals, is starting to win me over. Hell, he managed to deliver his entire performance in key last night, which is something I wish could be said for all the contestants. Add to that a bit of stage presence, some musical sensibility and some brains - even if he is a labourer - and we've got ourselves a dogfight on our hands.
This year's resident blockhead (and in this case, the moniker is literal) is Teale Jakubenko, who managed to score that coveted sixth place into the Top 12, most recently taken by 2007 resident surf bogan, Marty Simpson. I'm not exactly sure what kind of music Teale sings - all I know is that his head is shaped like a square, he has the most terrible beard, and the end of his song last night sounded like yodelling. Get him off, I say, get him off.
Now, if you thought Teale was a stupid name, try this one on for size: Madam Parker. Yes, that's right, Madam. Emily and Lavina Williams' long lost cousin - or perhaps sister - is a quiet, shy R&B single mother who brings new meaning to the term "trippy". Constantly spaced out, Madam is something of an enigma. Yet somehow, unlike most of Idol's resident divas, it turns out she understands that singing isn't all about belting out big notes - take note, Marcia. Unlike Tarisai Vushe, she can do modesty without fakeness. Somehow, I can see her going a long way.
Brooke Addamo, from Werribee (I know people from Werribee! Ha!) is blessed with the unfortunate distinction of only being able to sing ballads, but boy can she sing a ballad well. Unfortunately, after one ballad on live national TV the judges thought that was enough, and Brooke was lucky in the end to scrape through the first live Final 12 show with a creditable, yet poorly received performance of a non-ballad song. Hopefully she'll hold out and mature, because she's got a sweet voice and a nice face - which can't be said for a few of the others, to be quite frank. *coughcoughtomwilliamscoughcough*.
First of the wildcards through was Roshani Priddis, who I was particularly impressed with at the auditions but since then has muddled her way through a series of pitchy and uninspiring performances. Well, she got her mojo back on Sunday, tramping through Joss Stone like it was grade one maths. Who her fans will be, I'm not sure, but her sunny personality has to win people over soon. Surely.
Grrr...grrr...grrr - no, it's not your dog, it's actually Luke Dickens, another one of this year's one trick ponies. No matter how hard I try, I can't get past the fact that Luke can only do one thing - and that's grate and groan and growl and sing Joe Cocker somewhat ordinarily. I cannot understand how he is going to do disco, or Big Band, or - god forbid - sing one of those dreadfully honeyed "Winner's Singles" - but Aussies are suckers for a man who says "Yeh life's garn oright" and has a shocking beard. **coughcoughshannonnollcoughcough**. He's still getting through though, inexplicably to me, despite his voice sounding like he's imbibed a cheese grater.
Jonny Taylor from Perth looks like one of those guys you'd see at the Socialist Alternative club meeting at uni; an unshaven, scruffy thing, he doesn't look like he's washed in a week, and the red streaks and baggy pants only add to the "outsider" appearance. His deep dulcet tones never wooed me and, apparently, the Australian public weren't overly impressed either, as he's the first eliminated. Idol forumers are claiming a voting scandal, but really, when it all boils down, he didn't have that much talent to begin with. **coughcoughnicolebankswasrobbedcoughcough**.
And finally...Sophie Paterson. Now, after the Top 24 was announced, I arrived at the decision that Sophie was my favourite remaining contestant. That tousled blonde hair, the introspective, soulful voice - she'd won me over big time. After nailing her semi-final performance, I awaited, quietly confident, only for her to be turned down. Luckily, she snared a wildcard, only to deliver her song in what was possibly the Star-Trek dialect Kling-on. Nevertheless, Australia, an "accepting" country, voted her through to the Top 12, where diction problems continued - debate rages on whether she was singing the Counting Crows last night in Swahili or Icelandic. On a serious note, I do wish she'd get her enunciation right, because I've listened to her originals and they are truly outstanding. Sophie, get your shit together, and make things work, because you of all people are someone who could emerge as truly stellar from this top 12.
And so that's it. Wes should win; Chrislyn, Madam and Roshani will eventually out-diva each other; Mark is the dark horse; Tom, Teale and Thanh (the three Ts) are a collective waste of space; Luke needs to learn that growling's not the new black; Brooke'll do well when she goes back to ballads; and Sophie will win you all over, I guarantee it, when she starts singing in English again.
Write your opinions pur-lease.
karma kids. :)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Australian Idol: Top 24, round 1...
Just a few lazy comments on the first round of semi-finals, shown on TV live last night, viewed by me at about 1 am this morning on the Australian Idol website...
Clearly the standout again was Wes Carr, who delivered a sold enough performance of "Times Like These" that should easily see him through to the Top 12 and maintaining his status as competition favourite.
Picking a next best is somewhat tougher. Likeliest to go through is "big girl" Chrislyn Hamilton, but I'm not so sure if she was actually all that good last night. Sure, she has a great energy about her and she can hit some big notes, but that song (which has become almost a cliché on Idol now) has been performed better by our own Idol alumnus and current co-host Ricki-Lee Coulter, and on American Idol, most memorably by the controversial Trenyce, but also in an audition by Season 3 winner Fantasia. To me it seemed like Chrislyn was holding back - and I get the feeling that I like the other "big girl" of Idol this year, Natalie Colavito, slightly more. Anyhow, she was still good, and, as I said, the likeliest other than Wes to progress.
Nicole Banks, the vivacious Melbourne redhead, and Olly Corpe, the competition's token Frenchboy, are then probably the two kids who will receive a call back to the wildcard show. The jury is still out for me on Nicole - she's bubbly and bright and with personality - I wish the same could be said for some of the other contestants - but her performance of "Black and Gold" last night was anything but convincing. Olly, on the other hand, started similarly flat during his rendition of "Wonderful World" but gathered momentum when the big notes came. It will be interesting to see if Olly, who surely as a French guy has more tween sex appeal than the ubiquitous Tom Williams, will get through on viewer vote as a result of the young female's passion for text messaging.
That leaves Jaden Dowd and Mitchell Steele. Jaden has been dissed to death on the Idol forums for her hideous outfit - and really, it was a shocker - but I don't think her vocal performance was all that bad - it was certainly better than Nicole's in some parts. Who would vote for her, however, is a question I really can't answer. As for Mitchell, I really am tiring fast of his cowboy dweeb and his performance was flat and dull. He's the only one I can see definitely not making it through.
I realise that the judges' comments often sway viewer perception and having not heard these, I can't say for certain what the outcome will be tonight - then again, you never really can with Idol. But if I had to bet on it, Wes will make it through followed by Chrislyn or Olly - with Nicole and the loser of those two getting a wildcard, and Jaden unlucky to miss out.
Finally, just to prove that it's been done better, here's Trenyce with Proud Mary in perhaps its best Idol manifestation.
peace :)
Clearly the standout again was Wes Carr, who delivered a sold enough performance of "Times Like These" that should easily see him through to the Top 12 and maintaining his status as competition favourite.
Picking a next best is somewhat tougher. Likeliest to go through is "big girl" Chrislyn Hamilton, but I'm not so sure if she was actually all that good last night. Sure, she has a great energy about her and she can hit some big notes, but that song (which has become almost a cliché on Idol now) has been performed better by our own Idol alumnus and current co-host Ricki-Lee Coulter, and on American Idol, most memorably by the controversial Trenyce, but also in an audition by Season 3 winner Fantasia. To me it seemed like Chrislyn was holding back - and I get the feeling that I like the other "big girl" of Idol this year, Natalie Colavito, slightly more. Anyhow, she was still good, and, as I said, the likeliest other than Wes to progress.
Nicole Banks, the vivacious Melbourne redhead, and Olly Corpe, the competition's token Frenchboy, are then probably the two kids who will receive a call back to the wildcard show. The jury is still out for me on Nicole - she's bubbly and bright and with personality - I wish the same could be said for some of the other contestants - but her performance of "Black and Gold" last night was anything but convincing. Olly, on the other hand, started similarly flat during his rendition of "Wonderful World" but gathered momentum when the big notes came. It will be interesting to see if Olly, who surely as a French guy has more tween sex appeal than the ubiquitous Tom Williams, will get through on viewer vote as a result of the young female's passion for text messaging.
That leaves Jaden Dowd and Mitchell Steele. Jaden has been dissed to death on the Idol forums for her hideous outfit - and really, it was a shocker - but I don't think her vocal performance was all that bad - it was certainly better than Nicole's in some parts. Who would vote for her, however, is a question I really can't answer. As for Mitchell, I really am tiring fast of his cowboy dweeb and his performance was flat and dull. He's the only one I can see definitely not making it through.
I realise that the judges' comments often sway viewer perception and having not heard these, I can't say for certain what the outcome will be tonight - then again, you never really can with Idol. But if I had to bet on it, Wes will make it through followed by Chrislyn or Olly - with Nicole and the loser of those two getting a wildcard, and Jaden unlucky to miss out.
Finally, just to prove that it's been done better, here's Trenyce with Proud Mary in perhaps its best Idol manifestation.
peace :)
Friday, August 29, 2008
The Idol "Hall of Fame" - Ten Great Performances.
Before you read this, a warning. These performances are not ranked, and I am sure uproar will ensue as to the inclusion or exclusion of certain performances - I haven't put Anthony Callea in, I just noticed. I know everyone won't like this list, but Idol is subjective, and when I hit Youtube to look up old Idol classics, these are a few of the ones I turn to most. Here are ten performances in no particular order - complete with corresponding videos - to keep that Idol fix at bay for a while.
1. Guy Sebastian - Climb Every Mountain
Idol's original king now has four albums in the bag; he almost blew the competition out of the water early on with his version of When Doves Cry, and then hit the pinnacle with - strangely - a number from Rodgers and Hammerstein. Holden went Touchdown and there was no way anyone was beating the man with the 'fro. The vid is worth watching solely to see Mark Holden's outfit, Marcia Hines' crazy whooping, and Dicko's ghastly hair.
2. Natalie Gauci - Man In The Mirror
Yeah, she's disappeared back into relative obscurity, but this performance, arguably, was the one that put her into the Idol-lover's consciousness. A slow, yet gloriously soulful portrayal of Jacko's smash, this was the first of Natalie's piano "interpretations", which included Rihanna's "Umbrella" and standing on the instrument itself for the Divinyls' "Boys In Town". Brilliant.
3. Chanel Cole - When I Get Low, I Get High
Chanel Cole is possibly my favourite contestant on Australian Idol, ever. Period. Why she was never offered any kind of record deal beyond her collaboration with fellow Idoler and sometime boyfriend Daniel Belle (Spook: The Dusk Sessions) is beyond me. Word is she's now working in Canberra as a receptionist. Ah, how sad. Nevertheless, I still rate this as probably the greatest Idol audition the Australian competition has ever seen: a divine voice with just the right amount of whimsy. Perfect.
4. Jessica Mauboy - Beautiful
The previous week she was labelled a Jelly Belly by the porkiest member of the judging panel, Kyle Sandilands, following a scorching performance of Kelly Clarkson's "Walk Away". So what did she do? Sang Christina Aguileira, dang. It may have been cliched and almost too corny, but that was all forgotten when she hit some absolutely spine-chilling notes as the song reached its climax. A truly deserved touchdown.
5. Damien Leith - Crying
Dee-diddly-dee-potatoes! Damien Leith, who won Idol without Australian citizenship, melted the hearts of many a female with his swooning falsetto throughout season 4, despite his terrible teeth. "Crying" showcased Damien at his best - a soaring vocal, heartfelt performance and the first of two touchdowns in one evening, something never seen before, or since, on the show. Apparently even Roy Orbison's family were calling for a recording of the performance afterwards.
6. Bobby Flynn - The Boy Had Trouble
Known best perhaps for his eerie resemblance to Sideshow Bob, strange Bobby wooed the judges with this sensational acoustic performance of his original song. Marcia's jarring comment that it "was the best song I've ever heard" seems somewhat farfetched, but it's an undeniably understated, pretty melody backed by an almost flawless vocal here. Somehow, Bobby managed a touchdown on the Disco Week show; but was hit, as Ben McKenzie would be the following year, by the "Ricki-Lee 7th Place Curse". Ahh, such is life.
7. Paulini Curuenavuli (please tell me I spelt that correctly) - Freeway of Love
Paulini's a bit of a sad story as far as Idol's concerned. Undoubtedly the best vocalist in Season 1, but without the charisma of Guy, the ocker appeal of Shannon and the...the...something of Cosima, she finished fourth. After a successful first album and a devastatingly unsuccessful second, she joined the Young Divas. Big mistake. Now she's in limbo-land, having reportedly left the group. Despite its cheesiness, and Paulini's hideous costume, this was a stunning vocal performance, rightly rewarded with Holden's early version of the touchdown.
8. Emily Williams - I'm Every Woman
Season Three, as all Idol fans will tell you, was the worst of the lot. A genuine lack of ostensible talent; Kyle Sandilands' terrible hair - oh, woe betide me. Runner-up Emily Williams provided a few bright spots, however; whether you like vocal gymnastics or not, this was a powerhouse version of a big, big song. Unfortunately, the performance is unavailable on Youtube: hit www.australianidol.com.au/video.html instead to have a look. And do. It's worth it.
9. Casey Donovan - Beautiful
I still maintain that Casey Donovan is a great musician. I still do. No matter how much hate is dished out towards Idol's most corpulent victor, you only need to watch the video below to understand how much talent Casey Donovan possessed. Sadly, too much KFC and smoking lost Casey a record deal, but this performance, along with "Special Ones" and "Here's Where I Stand", rank among the all time greats of Australian Idol. I hope that wherever she is she's losing weight and making music, because she's got skills. Like, serious vocal skillzzz.
10. Matt Corby - The Blower's Daughter
Ahh, Matt Corby. The campest sixteen year old churchgoer in Australia. Unfortunately, Matt's constantly hideous wardrobe selections often masked his undeniable musical talent - he really was something of a prodigy. On Acoustic night he stripped himself back and wore a simple "flanno", and it worked. No Touchdown for Corby on this night, but he won a place in the hearts of more than just the screaming tweenyboppers. Fantastic stuff.
1. Guy Sebastian - Climb Every Mountain
Idol's original king now has four albums in the bag; he almost blew the competition out of the water early on with his version of When Doves Cry, and then hit the pinnacle with - strangely - a number from Rodgers and Hammerstein. Holden went Touchdown and there was no way anyone was beating the man with the 'fro. The vid is worth watching solely to see Mark Holden's outfit, Marcia Hines' crazy whooping, and Dicko's ghastly hair.
2. Natalie Gauci - Man In The Mirror
Yeah, she's disappeared back into relative obscurity, but this performance, arguably, was the one that put her into the Idol-lover's consciousness. A slow, yet gloriously soulful portrayal of Jacko's smash, this was the first of Natalie's piano "interpretations", which included Rihanna's "Umbrella" and standing on the instrument itself for the Divinyls' "Boys In Town". Brilliant.
3. Chanel Cole - When I Get Low, I Get High
Chanel Cole is possibly my favourite contestant on Australian Idol, ever. Period. Why she was never offered any kind of record deal beyond her collaboration with fellow Idoler and sometime boyfriend Daniel Belle (Spook: The Dusk Sessions) is beyond me. Word is she's now working in Canberra as a receptionist. Ah, how sad. Nevertheless, I still rate this as probably the greatest Idol audition the Australian competition has ever seen: a divine voice with just the right amount of whimsy. Perfect.
4. Jessica Mauboy - Beautiful
The previous week she was labelled a Jelly Belly by the porkiest member of the judging panel, Kyle Sandilands, following a scorching performance of Kelly Clarkson's "Walk Away". So what did she do? Sang Christina Aguileira, dang. It may have been cliched and almost too corny, but that was all forgotten when she hit some absolutely spine-chilling notes as the song reached its climax. A truly deserved touchdown.
5. Damien Leith - Crying
Dee-diddly-dee-potatoes! Damien Leith, who won Idol without Australian citizenship, melted the hearts of many a female with his swooning falsetto throughout season 4, despite his terrible teeth. "Crying" showcased Damien at his best - a soaring vocal, heartfelt performance and the first of two touchdowns in one evening, something never seen before, or since, on the show. Apparently even Roy Orbison's family were calling for a recording of the performance afterwards.
6. Bobby Flynn - The Boy Had Trouble
Known best perhaps for his eerie resemblance to Sideshow Bob, strange Bobby wooed the judges with this sensational acoustic performance of his original song. Marcia's jarring comment that it "was the best song I've ever heard" seems somewhat farfetched, but it's an undeniably understated, pretty melody backed by an almost flawless vocal here. Somehow, Bobby managed a touchdown on the Disco Week show; but was hit, as Ben McKenzie would be the following year, by the "Ricki-Lee 7th Place Curse". Ahh, such is life.
7. Paulini Curuenavuli (please tell me I spelt that correctly) - Freeway of Love
Paulini's a bit of a sad story as far as Idol's concerned. Undoubtedly the best vocalist in Season 1, but without the charisma of Guy, the ocker appeal of Shannon and the...the...something of Cosima, she finished fourth. After a successful first album and a devastatingly unsuccessful second, she joined the Young Divas. Big mistake. Now she's in limbo-land, having reportedly left the group. Despite its cheesiness, and Paulini's hideous costume, this was a stunning vocal performance, rightly rewarded with Holden's early version of the touchdown.
8. Emily Williams - I'm Every Woman
Season Three, as all Idol fans will tell you, was the worst of the lot. A genuine lack of ostensible talent; Kyle Sandilands' terrible hair - oh, woe betide me. Runner-up Emily Williams provided a few bright spots, however; whether you like vocal gymnastics or not, this was a powerhouse version of a big, big song. Unfortunately, the performance is unavailable on Youtube: hit www.australianidol.com.au/video.html instead to have a look. And do. It's worth it.
9. Casey Donovan - Beautiful
I still maintain that Casey Donovan is a great musician. I still do. No matter how much hate is dished out towards Idol's most corpulent victor, you only need to watch the video below to understand how much talent Casey Donovan possessed. Sadly, too much KFC and smoking lost Casey a record deal, but this performance, along with "Special Ones" and "Here's Where I Stand", rank among the all time greats of Australian Idol. I hope that wherever she is she's losing weight and making music, because she's got skills. Like, serious vocal skillzzz.
10. Matt Corby - The Blower's Daughter
Ahh, Matt Corby. The campest sixteen year old churchgoer in Australia. Unfortunately, Matt's constantly hideous wardrobe selections often masked his undeniable musical talent - he really was something of a prodigy. On Acoustic night he stripped himself back and wore a simple "flanno", and it worked. No Touchdown for Corby on this night, but he won a place in the hearts of more than just the screaming tweenyboppers. Fantastic stuff.
Australian Idol....yeah, lame, I know...
Howdy hey hey hey!
What a hectic year I've had so far; it's gone so terribly fast. I am now officially an adult; I now know there's no such thing as a school night; and university, and college particularly, has opened me up to so many amazing people and places.
But amongst all this, I've still managed to find some time this year to have a squiz at Australian Idol.
Yes, Australian Idol. That musical institution known for blandness and mediocrity; heavily criticized by "real musicians", and perhaps with good reason. No Idol anywhere in the world, other than Kelly Clarkson and Leona Lewis (who is actually an alumnus of British spin-off "The X-Factor") have achieved what you could call genuine worldwide success. I'll admit to having more than a soft spot for last year's winner, Natalie Gauci; but as yet, she's not released any kind of follow up album, almost a year after her victory.
Nevertheless, it's Australian Idol. It is trashy, bogan, mind-numbing, glorious television. And hasn't it produced some fabulous moments.
At college I am currently sans regular access to the TV - and certainly if I did want to go down and watch the box, there's no way I would make it out of the room alive if I announced I wanted to watch Australian Idol. Thankfully, most of the show is posted on the website, and in between readings on global diaspora and the French Revolution, I've been catching up on this year's crop of auditionees. Surprisingly, there actually appear to be some talented musicians out there who are still convinced that the Idol franchise is an avenue to musical success.
From the auditions I've seen, here are three guys and three girls that have stood out to me as favourites so far. Bear in mind that the early auditionees are not always the best. Last year, my favourite audition was Brianna Carpenter's. Enough said.
Boys:
Wes Carr (Sydney): Wore a hat, which I find nauseatingly bogan, and was hidden under a mound of shaggy head and facial hair; but surprisingly, this guy "who's been gigging around forever" sounded good. Busted out the Jimi H to devastating effect (he even made Marcia Hines say "Jimm-ehhh!", which TOTES made my day), and Dicko graced him with a hug. The favourite to win already.
Mark Spano (Melbourne): Another one of those "gigging around forever" guys. Has had problems with his vocal chords and such but now he's ready to rock. His style's not what I'd go for; he sounds like he could potentially front one of those bland bands like Hinder or Nickelback, but I did like the song he sang. Another unbackable favourite for top 12-hood.
Tom Williams (Adelaide): I wasn't going to mention this guy, but he's all the rage already so I thought a comment was needed. Just to set the record straight for all those hyperventilating fifteen year old girls, he's not anywhere near as good as Matt Corby, who he's already receiving slightly too-favourable comparisons to. He looks like he's about eleven years old, and I'm undecided as to whether that will work for or against him. Nevertheless, he admittedly did show that he could carry a tune rather well; but all is set for a photoshoot at Dolly and a run on next year's season of Neighbours if his musical career doesn't work out.
Other guys that were reasonable enough were Vietnamese-Australian Thanh Bui, a former boy-bander who I'm sure could sing Celine Dion with his eyes closed; Matthew Parsons, who had possibly the worst hair ever seen, but sung the Goo Goo Dolls and Michael Buble and could play the didgeridoo (now that's versatility); and David Crump, a guy who won a cruise-ship karaoke contest and then decided to audition for Idol, and, surprisingly, actually had a half-decent voice.
Girls:
Bianca Long (Perth): She apparently suffers from bipolar, but seemed like the blandest, most nondescript girl I've ever seen. That was until she started singing, and I was genuinely impressed, possibly more than I have been for any other audition this season. Whether she can sing anything other than jazz and blues remains to be seen, but if this girl can write a song, she could potentially be Australia's answer to Adele. Watch out kids.
Sophie Paterson (London): Now, I know this girl only played an excerpt from one song, but I'll go out on a limb here and say that she's possibly one of the best songwriters the show has ever seen. Having said that, songwriting skills aren't exactly a guarantee for Idol success; Bobby Flynn and Marty Simpson are exhibits A and B. Nevertheless, this was a sublime audition, and Tina Arena was rightly impressed. Whether she can tackle disco is another matter.
Chrisalyn Hamilton (Brisbane): If you don't know her, she's the one from the ad. You know, the one from the ad. The big girl, who says "Can you feel it in your booooooooooooooones". She's got pipes, she's a total Aretha clone, but what I worry about is whether that's really marketable in 2008. Who actually releases records in the style of Aretha Franklin anymore? Blew Tarisai out of the water, in any case. She's young and it will be intriguing to watch her develop.
Other ones to watch include Roshani Priddis, an adopted Sri Lankan who sung some John Legend nicely, Nicole Banks from Melbourne, who, despite saying the word "like" far too many times for my liking (yeah, that was a pun), had an actual personality, a rarity on idol. Finally, keep your eye on Casey Freeman, from Nowhere Creek, who could barely string a sentence together. I wonder about her longevity in Idol and whether she can sing a rock or disco song, but in sitting on the floor with her guitar, she matched it with the best of them.
So that's a wrap, kids. I'll post again very shortly; I'm compiling a "Ten Great Australian Idol Performances List". Comment and debate please; until then, listen to Vampire Weekend and MGMT, go Cats and I'll see you soon.
Peace/love/ya/ya/ya
me.
What a hectic year I've had so far; it's gone so terribly fast. I am now officially an adult; I now know there's no such thing as a school night; and university, and college particularly, has opened me up to so many amazing people and places.
But amongst all this, I've still managed to find some time this year to have a squiz at Australian Idol.
Yes, Australian Idol. That musical institution known for blandness and mediocrity; heavily criticized by "real musicians", and perhaps with good reason. No Idol anywhere in the world, other than Kelly Clarkson and Leona Lewis (who is actually an alumnus of British spin-off "The X-Factor") have achieved what you could call genuine worldwide success. I'll admit to having more than a soft spot for last year's winner, Natalie Gauci; but as yet, she's not released any kind of follow up album, almost a year after her victory.
Nevertheless, it's Australian Idol. It is trashy, bogan, mind-numbing, glorious television. And hasn't it produced some fabulous moments.
At college I am currently sans regular access to the TV - and certainly if I did want to go down and watch the box, there's no way I would make it out of the room alive if I announced I wanted to watch Australian Idol. Thankfully, most of the show is posted on the website, and in between readings on global diaspora and the French Revolution, I've been catching up on this year's crop of auditionees. Surprisingly, there actually appear to be some talented musicians out there who are still convinced that the Idol franchise is an avenue to musical success.
From the auditions I've seen, here are three guys and three girls that have stood out to me as favourites so far. Bear in mind that the early auditionees are not always the best. Last year, my favourite audition was Brianna Carpenter's. Enough said.
Boys:
Wes Carr (Sydney): Wore a hat, which I find nauseatingly bogan, and was hidden under a mound of shaggy head and facial hair; but surprisingly, this guy "who's been gigging around forever" sounded good. Busted out the Jimi H to devastating effect (he even made Marcia Hines say "Jimm-ehhh!", which TOTES made my day), and Dicko graced him with a hug. The favourite to win already.
Mark Spano (Melbourne): Another one of those "gigging around forever" guys. Has had problems with his vocal chords and such but now he's ready to rock. His style's not what I'd go for; he sounds like he could potentially front one of those bland bands like Hinder or Nickelback, but I did like the song he sang. Another unbackable favourite for top 12-hood.
Tom Williams (Adelaide): I wasn't going to mention this guy, but he's all the rage already so I thought a comment was needed. Just to set the record straight for all those hyperventilating fifteen year old girls, he's not anywhere near as good as Matt Corby, who he's already receiving slightly too-favourable comparisons to. He looks like he's about eleven years old, and I'm undecided as to whether that will work for or against him. Nevertheless, he admittedly did show that he could carry a tune rather well; but all is set for a photoshoot at Dolly and a run on next year's season of Neighbours if his musical career doesn't work out.
Other guys that were reasonable enough were Vietnamese-Australian Thanh Bui, a former boy-bander who I'm sure could sing Celine Dion with his eyes closed; Matthew Parsons, who had possibly the worst hair ever seen, but sung the Goo Goo Dolls and Michael Buble and could play the didgeridoo (now that's versatility); and David Crump, a guy who won a cruise-ship karaoke contest and then decided to audition for Idol, and, surprisingly, actually had a half-decent voice.
Girls:
Bianca Long (Perth): She apparently suffers from bipolar, but seemed like the blandest, most nondescript girl I've ever seen. That was until she started singing, and I was genuinely impressed, possibly more than I have been for any other audition this season. Whether she can sing anything other than jazz and blues remains to be seen, but if this girl can write a song, she could potentially be Australia's answer to Adele. Watch out kids.
Sophie Paterson (London): Now, I know this girl only played an excerpt from one song, but I'll go out on a limb here and say that she's possibly one of the best songwriters the show has ever seen. Having said that, songwriting skills aren't exactly a guarantee for Idol success; Bobby Flynn and Marty Simpson are exhibits A and B. Nevertheless, this was a sublime audition, and Tina Arena was rightly impressed. Whether she can tackle disco is another matter.
Chrisalyn Hamilton (Brisbane): If you don't know her, she's the one from the ad. You know, the one from the ad. The big girl, who says "Can you feel it in your booooooooooooooones". She's got pipes, she's a total Aretha clone, but what I worry about is whether that's really marketable in 2008. Who actually releases records in the style of Aretha Franklin anymore? Blew Tarisai out of the water, in any case. She's young and it will be intriguing to watch her develop.
Other ones to watch include Roshani Priddis, an adopted Sri Lankan who sung some John Legend nicely, Nicole Banks from Melbourne, who, despite saying the word "like" far too many times for my liking (yeah, that was a pun), had an actual personality, a rarity on idol. Finally, keep your eye on Casey Freeman, from Nowhere Creek, who could barely string a sentence together. I wonder about her longevity in Idol and whether she can sing a rock or disco song, but in sitting on the floor with her guitar, she matched it with the best of them.
So that's a wrap, kids. I'll post again very shortly; I'm compiling a "Ten Great Australian Idol Performances List". Comment and debate please; until then, listen to Vampire Weekend and MGMT, go Cats and I'll see you soon.
Peace/love/ya/ya/ya
me.
Monday, February 18, 2008
So You Think You Can Dance - Top 20
Well, it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for – the competition gets serious. Top 20 round is a chance to showcase the best of the thousands who have auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance, which is currently dominating the ratings. What am I looking for? Some more awkwardness from our hostess, some bitter judging and some fiery dancing, which should make for an entertaining night in front of the couch.
The regulars are shown to us after a quick be-bopping group number from the dancers. Everybody’s favourite host Natalie Bassingthwho is resplendent in a black one-strap number, with hair that looks as if she’s spent her entire day with her face directly in front of a high-powered fan. Paddle Pop Lion can be called Paddle Pop Lion no longer, as he’s finally got rid of that Rod Stewart hair for a more regulation crop. Bonnie Lythgoe is as cringe worthy as usual, while “little brother” Matt Lee has ditched his angled cap for a more grown up (and more bogan) pork pie. Hostess Nat explains the competition rules and it’s game time.
Bundle of trouble Rhiannon is up first, picking hip hop and scoring hip hop specialist JD as a partner. Well, that’s likely to be quite a recipe for quality, although it might have been more interesting to watch the pair of them squirm through a salsa or something. Never mind. We’re shown a quick montage (they really do love their montages on this show, don’t they?) of the contestants’ backgrounds; Rhiannon is 18 from a disadvantaged suburb in
Never mind – it’s on to choreography now with Manuela Oliveira, who announces they’ll be dancing to “Kiss Kiss”, some American hip hop dirge. “The lift’s really hard and we might not actually be able to do it,” quips Rhiannon, which bodes well for some Dominic/Sabra-style entertainment. The dancers get grumpy with their choreographer, who in turn appears disappointment at their “narrow-minded” nature.
Unfortunately for the cynics among us the lift comes off and they actually do rather well. Mind you, remember my knowledge of dance technique is almost zero. Rhiannon impressed me a little more than JD, which was surprising, given his status as an early favourite. She might have looked space-age in that plasticky-leather-style crop top with cravate, but I liked it anyway. Bassingthththththwaite leads the pair through a breathless interview Tour-de-France style, where the interviewees can barely get a word in through their own panting. “Have you arrived?” Nat asks somewhat puzzlingly, and I begin to wonder whether we’ve been watching holograms for the past two minutes. The judges love it, and “Miss Bonnie” agrees that Rhiannon was the stand out. Paddle Pop Lion has some quibbles with the “unison” of the dancers, but who cares – average Joe Blow doesn’t care about what part of the beat they’re dancing on. Certainties to get through to next week is my verdict.
Next up is Courtney who picks “Lyrical Jazz” and is paired with Hilton. Again, another pair who appear to be well within their comfort zone. Amongst the brief montages, Courtney appears to be the spitting image of her mother, who both must still get their perms together. Hilton, on the other hand, is rooting for the tweenage girl vote, stomping around on the beach shirtless. Kelly Aykers provides choreography, announcing the theme of “Romeo and Juliet”. Cue more crying from Courtney, probably. It’s all very wishy washy, which is how this style always appears to me, and doesn’t excite me the way the hip-hoppers did. Bonnie found the chemistry, which I thought was inherently missing. Courtney is told her technique ain’t up to scratch by Matt, while Bonnie thinks they’ll both go a long way. Paddle Pop Lion gives an extended spiel that sounds as if he’d typed it up on his little laptop during the performance. Give us some spontaneous quips, Jase. Nat goes through the numbers and it’s the ads again.
It’s Vanessa up third, the Cindy Pan look-alike with the most high-pitched, twee voice ever heard. She’s paired with Henry, a Latin specialist. Why can’t we have someone look completely awkward…how will I ever be scathing if the dancing is so good?!! Vanessa apparently had a hiatus from dance for three years, which honestly amazes me – her flexibility is quite incredible. Henry, who gets those arms a-jiggling Latin-style, likes windsurfing. Go figure.
Anyway,
Camilla is the fourth girl to pick her style and she gets “musical theatre”, whatever that means dancing-wise. She’s paired with Sermsah, and this should certainly be interesting. Camilla’s the country girl, Sermsah the humble, sole-indigenous contestant. They’re choregraphed by Adam Williams, who announces they’ll dance to a modern remix of “Hey Big Spender”. Self-confidence issues for Sermsah are still there, apparently. The routine starts and Camilla is all slicked-hair and lycra, while Sermsah is dressed ninja-style with war paint across his eyes. I’m not exactly sure how the routine is “musical theatre” – the burglary theme is lost on me. Anyway, they do it rather well, although there was a noticeable stuff up in one of the lifts. Matt concurs with me (am I a good judge or what?), Bonnie waffles for a while about nothing in particular, asking them questions rather than judging herself, and Jason gives Sermsah an obscure metaphor about saddles and bridles and horses manes and eventually decides that it was “hot hot hot”. Not bad, I thought, but then again, nothing has been particularly bad so far.
Fifth up is Jemma, who gleefully shows her wonky teeth when she picks waltz as her style. Her partner is Rhys, a man more feminine than half the females on the show. Jemma’s another sob story – she had breathing problems early on in life and was in and out of hospital. Rhys, on the other hand, sports one of those hideous Ben Cousins plunging V-necks before getting dolled up in eye shadow and women’s earrings. Kiddies, look away now. Interestingly his Dad is completely supportive of Rhys’ “lifestyle”… “he’s still my son”, he says plaintively. Ocker as ever. A glimpse of Rhys in drag is surely enough for
Jason Gilkinson is the choreographer; his partner is another girl I’m sure I’ve seen on another dancing program. Errors in practice are bad signs for the pair, but to their credit, it appears flawless, at least to me. The only problem I had with it was the atrocious music (which sounded suspiciously like Celine Dion) that seemed to start and end abruptly. “You did great”, says Matt the kid. “Stunning,” says Miss Bonnie. It’s Jason’s favourite routine of the evening so far – and I concur, actually. Neither of these were my favourites coming in to the night, but both are more than deserving of a spot next week.
Up next is Laura, a mysterious girl who we haven’t seen a great deal of in the early audition shows. She’s partnered with Anthony, brother of a rugby league player and another early favourite.
The routine begins, Anthony typically topless, with Laura not wearing much either. It’s “lyrical”, punctuated by a spectacularly high lift, but “Jet” was right – Laura is far too blah while Anthony’s incredible acrobatics make him the stand out. The judges aren’t with me – Laura was “exceptional”, according to Miss Bonnie. (What is with this Miss Bonnie thing anyway– another Natalie foible, I suppose…). “Excellent”, said Paddle Pop Lion, and Anthony’s sailing through to the next round, while Laura may have to dance for her life. Anyway, what would I know.
Sexy Stephanie is seventh, paired with another unknown, Marko. They’re given jive, an unknown dance for Marko but something that should be plain sailing for Steph. Jason Gilkinson is choreographing again, and both of them appear rather perturbed by the high-kicking style. Stephanie has troubles with concentration, while Marko is like a rabbit in the headlights. They’re dressed bizarrely – Stephanie a gothic Imogen Heap, Marko all plaid, dog collars, boots and mesh. They seem to have shaken off their cobwebs from rehearsal, because they seem, again, pretty damn good (apart from the Veronicas music, of course). Some effortless lifts and nice acrobatics make it another terrific routine. A very different jive, the judges say, but “fabulous” all the same. Jason hated it, however – the first totally negative judgement of the show. Go away, Jason – I actually liked it. No chemistry, he claims, and no correlation between music, costume and dance. Bonnie reinforces her view and gives Paddle Pop Lion a bit of Miss Bonnie attitude, to rapturous applause. “Each to their own,” says Nat, her first intelligent comment ever. Anyway, they may have to dance for their lives tomorrow night, but they don’t deserve to.
Kate, a dancer I’d never heard of until the Top 20 was announced, is paired with Khaly, a b-boy with piercings littered all over his face. They’re given “contemporary jazz”, which should be interesting for Khaly at least. Kate is another one who has gone through medical trauma – a hole in her spine meant she was only given a 10% chance of walking. Is this supposed to be
“Couple Number Nine” is energetic Demi, who draws “Boogaloo” out of the bucket. What on earth that is, I’ve no idea, but she seems rather excited about the whole thing. She’s up with Jack, who was subject to torment from his older sisters, who liked dressing him up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. The strangely named Nacho Pop choreographs the routine, which appears to be some sort of hip-hop style. They come out dressed like gangsters, and I expect something jazzy, but the routine instead consists of a series of robotic movements which succeed in making both dancers look like they have extremely short arms. Okay, I’m being dreadfully cynical here – that was actually quite incredible – and Demi, particularly, shone brightly. Matt “felt the funk”…he’s turning out to be the Marcia of the show – he rarely offers abrasive comment. Bonnie loved it and offers one of her now idiosyncratic spiels, complete with waffly hand movements. Paddle Pop Lion announces they’re a huge thread and have likeability that’s off the scale. One of the best of the night, and they’re sailing through to Top 18 week.
The final couple to dance is blonde bombshell Kassy, who’s paired with the only dancer left – young Sydneysider Graeme. Kassy is the third girl of the night to have had medical difficulties in the past…I sense a theme here. Graeme used to be a musician, which is interesting, and got a hard time at school when he took up dancing. “The girls’ll love him”, say his ocker mates. Yannus takes them through a lyrical hip hop routine, and as with nearly all other couples, they have difficulty coping with tough choreography. And, as with nearly all other couples, they appear to nail it on the night – Kassy looks stunning, while Graeme sorts his problems out. Again the music is dreadful though – I really am quite sick of Leona Lewis. Another terrific routine and I’m finding it awfully difficult to write acerbic criticism. I think I’ve picked the wrong show to blog. It’s Bonnie’s favourite of the night, while Paddle Pop Lion thought it was “art”. Another pair of certainties through to next week.
So, after all that – some summary. Well, Jack and Demi impressed me, I liked Marko and Stephanie, Rhys and Jemma was surprisingly good and Kassy and Graeme were very classy. Rhiannon is now one of my favourite girls, while Sermsah remains my favourite guy despite some troubles tonight. My picks to go? Khaly, who really struggled outside of b-boying, and Laura, who despite her beauty was just too “meh” for me tonight. Importantly, I think the dancers proved that there is enough Australian talent to compare it to the American show...just. :P
And that’s over and out…I’ve really been typing and watching this for far too long! Tonight we eagerly await elimination…and the Veronicas! (yuck).
;) peace
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
So You Think You Can Dance - Latest Update...
Good morning to you all (actually it'll be afternoon by the time I've finished writing this). I'm chiming in here with another update on that darned dancing show, you know, the one that goes for one and a half hours and has more footage of the contestants crying then them actually dancing. Hell, go figure.
Anyway I watched both Sunday's and Monday's episodes of the show, although I'm not exactly keen on the idea of doing a blow-by-blow account of the show as I did for the opening episode. This is partly due to the fact that I don't have enough time to rewatch and rewind and fast forward my taped version of Sunday's show, and also because I didn't tape last nights. And also because I just can't be bothered. :P
So I guess I'll just have to muse on some of the things I remember about the shows...
Sunday's was the start of the Top 100 week and Natalie Bassingthththththtththththththwaighte continues to get on my nerves. I'm sorry, but this girl has had a complete charisma bypass...I'm not a Neighbours watcher, so I don't know about her acting skills, but it seems to me that she should stick to making cruddy bogan dance-pop music. (Sorry.) Anyway, the remaining contestants had a little game of chasey through an old warehouse type place before they were all sitting cross legged on the floor and being instructed by those who knew better. Primary school much?
There are four judges today though - Kellie is a guest who has been a principal in millions of musicals and adds "experience" to the panel. This is obviously intended to make up for baby-faced Matt's "lack of"...every time I look at him I just think of those kids on Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?
The dancing begins with the wonderfully named Nacho Pop teaching the guys a difficult hip hop routine. Five poor kids are sent home before they even get a chance to perform it. A little harsh I say, but then again, those judges know best. Cue a lot of crying scenes and wet mascara and painfully awkward camera angles as the rejected contestants call their parent tearfully. Ahh, the beauty of reality television.
The ballroom dancers struggle, a heap are given "two yesses and two nos", meaning they're sent through to "Dance For Your Life", which is just a tad hyperbolic...what about "Dance So I Can Stay In The Competition Maybe For An Extra Day Or So"...?? I suppose it just doesn't have that ring to it. Anyway, about seventy odd make the grade through to the next round.
Next up it's Jason who does a passable impersonation of Mr. Tickle with his exuberant hand wiggling. I suppose that's just ballroom dancing for you. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the considerable skill of ballroom dancers, but sometimes it just can look so silly. The B-Boys and Fly-Girls (PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!!) who cruised through the hip hop are now not looking so hip, whilst the poor contemporary and ballet people are getting out their voodoo dolls, wondering why on earth their style was being saved until later.
Amongst all this there are dancers dropping like ninepins. Sob-story Bessi from the opening episode is given the flick amidst more tears. Macho-man David is also told he's not good enough.
Artemi, who I swear has been on another dancing show my family used to watch on the ABC, is cut. The pressure is on....
Then the contemporary kids get their revenge as guest judge Kellie teaches the group some tricky jazz choreography. Things are really getting intense now - indigenous dancer Sermsah, a favourite of mine from the auditions, is vomiting and needs a massage, Stephanie is requiring ice, and everyone seems to be crying, from the contestants to the host to the judges. Sermsah, who has lost his mother, and Bessi, who has escaped civil war, are excused for letting out a few tears. But when a girl spontaneously cries mid-conversation with Natalie Bassingthwhatever, I started to wonder if the producers were releasing onion gas onto the set. Emotion and passion are what we want to see, but perhaps not to this rather ridiculous excess.
Everybody wants a good night's sleep now (including this viewer) but then our favourite host spoils the party, by telling everyone they have to come up with a group routine by the morning, OR ELSE. This scenario produced some interesting results - Csaba's group's marionette routine looked cool but backfired spectacularly with the judges, whilst Camilla's group's number looked pathetic but the judges loved it. Clearly, I know nothing about dance. Again I found myself liking Sermsah's group's routine over the others - this was emotional dance without being prissy. On the other hand, mohawked Rhys is quickly putting his nomination forward for the title of "Prissiest Man in the World", drawing inspiration from Prince, the Rocky Horror Picture Show and Husny Thalib all at once. Rumour has it that he used to be on a preschoolers TV show. Now there's controversy WAY bigger than that whole "I'm going to the zoo with my two mums" thing on Playschool.
After more eliminations, more tears and more tantrums, it then came down at last to solo dances, the bit I was probably looking forward to most, although I seem to remember nothing more than a fast-paced montage with some dreadful song backed to it, and some attempted lusty voiceovers from....you-know-who.
And so it comes down to decision time. Sermsah is in early on, which left me pretty happy. But there were plenty of surprises. Experienced dancing-program-hopper Csaba is rejected. BJ, who was memorably given a second chance and was lauded for his ability to come back from the dead, is kicked out. Stephanie, the giraffe-like contemporary girl from Perth, is also gone...and a personal favourite, Gianne, is told there's no place for her. Better luck next year, I guess.
Ballroom partners Stephanie and Henry are put through, while the other coupling, Brendan and Jemma, only has a fifty percent success rate. Demi, the lesbian Filipino with more energy than a jack-in-the-box on Valium, is given a spot and bursts into tears while telling her deaf sister the news in Auslan. Her brother Carlo is not so lucky, but he's happy for her anyway.
Versatile bald hip-hopper JD is given a place and looms as an early favourite. The glamorously named Hilton is also sent through but his diminutive girlfriend isn't so lucky. Such is life, girl. Others to go through include strong-bodied Anthony, who is destined to be some sort of gay icon, Khaly, a hip-hopper whose face is covered with piercings, fiesty jazz dancer Camilla, blonde bimbo Kassie,"bundle of trouble" Rhiannon, Melbourne dancer Courtney who always seems to be in tears, Rhys the fairy boy, Hairspray kid Jack and Vanessa, who, if she ever gets the chance, could play the title role in "Dr. Cindy Pan, The Musical" rather well.
Also included in the group were a stack of contestants I swear have never been featured on the show at all...Marko, Kate, Graeme and Laura all appear to be a great disadvantage seeing as they've had almost no screen time. Oh well...sucks to be them, I guess.
So now the program really starts...now we get to see what the dancers are really like, whether the hip hoppers can convert to ballroom, the ballroomers to contemporary, and the contemporary guy to breakdancing. Ah, the joy of trashy television..
;) peace
Anyway I watched both Sunday's and Monday's episodes of the show, although I'm not exactly keen on the idea of doing a blow-by-blow account of the show as I did for the opening episode. This is partly due to the fact that I don't have enough time to rewatch and rewind and fast forward my taped version of Sunday's show, and also because I didn't tape last nights. And also because I just can't be bothered. :P
So I guess I'll just have to muse on some of the things I remember about the shows...
Sunday's was the start of the Top 100 week and Natalie Bassingthththththtththththththwaighte continues to get on my nerves. I'm sorry, but this girl has had a complete charisma bypass...I'm not a Neighbours watcher, so I don't know about her acting skills, but it seems to me that she should stick to making cruddy bogan dance-pop music. (Sorry.) Anyway, the remaining contestants had a little game of chasey through an old warehouse type place before they were all sitting cross legged on the floor and being instructed by those who knew better. Primary school much?
There are four judges today though - Kellie is a guest who has been a principal in millions of musicals and adds "experience" to the panel. This is obviously intended to make up for baby-faced Matt's "lack of"...every time I look at him I just think of those kids on Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?
The dancing begins with the wonderfully named Nacho Pop teaching the guys a difficult hip hop routine. Five poor kids are sent home before they even get a chance to perform it. A little harsh I say, but then again, those judges know best. Cue a lot of crying scenes and wet mascara and painfully awkward camera angles as the rejected contestants call their parent tearfully. Ahh, the beauty of reality television.
The ballroom dancers struggle, a heap are given "two yesses and two nos", meaning they're sent through to "Dance For Your Life", which is just a tad hyperbolic...what about "Dance So I Can Stay In The Competition Maybe For An Extra Day Or So"...?? I suppose it just doesn't have that ring to it. Anyway, about seventy odd make the grade through to the next round.
Next up it's Jason who does a passable impersonation of Mr. Tickle with his exuberant hand wiggling. I suppose that's just ballroom dancing for you. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the considerable skill of ballroom dancers, but sometimes it just can look so silly. The B-Boys and Fly-Girls (PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!!) who cruised through the hip hop are now not looking so hip, whilst the poor contemporary and ballet people are getting out their voodoo dolls, wondering why on earth their style was being saved until later.
Amongst all this there are dancers dropping like ninepins. Sob-story Bessi from the opening episode is given the flick amidst more tears. Macho-man David is also told he's not good enough.
Artemi, who I swear has been on another dancing show my family used to watch on the ABC, is cut. The pressure is on....
Then the contemporary kids get their revenge as guest judge Kellie teaches the group some tricky jazz choreography. Things are really getting intense now - indigenous dancer Sermsah, a favourite of mine from the auditions, is vomiting and needs a massage, Stephanie is requiring ice, and everyone seems to be crying, from the contestants to the host to the judges. Sermsah, who has lost his mother, and Bessi, who has escaped civil war, are excused for letting out a few tears. But when a girl spontaneously cries mid-conversation with Natalie Bassingthwhatever, I started to wonder if the producers were releasing onion gas onto the set. Emotion and passion are what we want to see, but perhaps not to this rather ridiculous excess.
Everybody wants a good night's sleep now (including this viewer) but then our favourite host spoils the party, by telling everyone they have to come up with a group routine by the morning, OR ELSE. This scenario produced some interesting results - Csaba's group's marionette routine looked cool but backfired spectacularly with the judges, whilst Camilla's group's number looked pathetic but the judges loved it. Clearly, I know nothing about dance. Again I found myself liking Sermsah's group's routine over the others - this was emotional dance without being prissy. On the other hand, mohawked Rhys is quickly putting his nomination forward for the title of "Prissiest Man in the World", drawing inspiration from Prince, the Rocky Horror Picture Show and Husny Thalib all at once. Rumour has it that he used to be on a preschoolers TV show. Now there's controversy WAY bigger than that whole "I'm going to the zoo with my two mums" thing on Playschool.
After more eliminations, more tears and more tantrums, it then came down at last to solo dances, the bit I was probably looking forward to most, although I seem to remember nothing more than a fast-paced montage with some dreadful song backed to it, and some attempted lusty voiceovers from....you-know-who.
And so it comes down to decision time. Sermsah is in early on, which left me pretty happy. But there were plenty of surprises. Experienced dancing-program-hopper Csaba is rejected. BJ, who was memorably given a second chance and was lauded for his ability to come back from the dead, is kicked out. Stephanie, the giraffe-like contemporary girl from Perth, is also gone...and a personal favourite, Gianne, is told there's no place for her. Better luck next year, I guess.
Ballroom partners Stephanie and Henry are put through, while the other coupling, Brendan and Jemma, only has a fifty percent success rate. Demi, the lesbian Filipino with more energy than a jack-in-the-box on Valium, is given a spot and bursts into tears while telling her deaf sister the news in Auslan. Her brother Carlo is not so lucky, but he's happy for her anyway.
Versatile bald hip-hopper JD is given a place and looms as an early favourite. The glamorously named Hilton is also sent through but his diminutive girlfriend isn't so lucky. Such is life, girl. Others to go through include strong-bodied Anthony, who is destined to be some sort of gay icon, Khaly, a hip-hopper whose face is covered with piercings, fiesty jazz dancer Camilla, blonde bimbo Kassie,"bundle of trouble" Rhiannon, Melbourne dancer Courtney who always seems to be in tears, Rhys the fairy boy, Hairspray kid Jack and Vanessa, who, if she ever gets the chance, could play the title role in "Dr. Cindy Pan, The Musical" rather well.
Also included in the group were a stack of contestants I swear have never been featured on the show at all...Marko, Kate, Graeme and Laura all appear to be a great disadvantage seeing as they've had almost no screen time. Oh well...sucks to be them, I guess.
So now the program really starts...now we get to see what the dancers are really like, whether the hip hoppers can convert to ballroom, the ballroomers to contemporary, and the contemporary guy to breakdancing. Ah, the joy of trashy television..
;) peace
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Lazy Me
Unfortunately my tenth post brings nothing but an apology. I missed So You Think You Can Dance? again last night, and hence I have no review for you, AGAIN. Never you mind, there is no way I'm missing Sunday's show. Even if I'm out I'll make sure that it's taped...or at least try to. I guess I'm just going to have to rely on readers to fill me in on the shenanigans from the previous two episodes.
I suppose I do have a legitimate excuse for missing the show though - I went to the soccer at the Telstra Dome, where Australia gave Qatar, the minute Arabian tax haven, a walloping. We had terrific seats, there was a great atmosphere and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was the first time I'd been to a soccer match - the first of many, I hope. Perhaps, when I'm out of university and rich (lol...fat chance), I'll travel to see the Socceroos in the World Cup - 2014, maybe? 2018 might be better...anyhow, enough speculation, that's my excuse. So yeah.
Other than that, my s key isn't working very well at all - I keep leaving the s off verbs and the like - I have to press it down about three times for it to work - I have my little school leavers function tonight followed by a jovial get-together with friends. I'm cleaning out the study and praying for some work, and wihing (there's an example of the lost s) ... wishing that some nice cash would come my way.
;) peace out
I suppose I do have a legitimate excuse for missing the show though - I went to the soccer at the Telstra Dome, where Australia gave Qatar, the minute Arabian tax haven, a walloping. We had terrific seats, there was a great atmosphere and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was the first time I'd been to a soccer match - the first of many, I hope. Perhaps, when I'm out of university and rich (lol...fat chance), I'll travel to see the Socceroos in the World Cup - 2014, maybe? 2018 might be better...anyhow, enough speculation, that's my excuse. So yeah.
Other than that, my s key isn't working very well at all - I keep leaving the s off verbs and the like - I have to press it down about three times for it to work - I have my little school leavers function tonight followed by a jovial get-together with friends. I'm cleaning out the study and praying for some work, and wihing (there's an example of the lost s) ... wishing that some nice cash would come my way.
;) peace out
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
So You Think You Can Dance? No, I can't, but I can criticise to my heart's content....
So here I am again…and I’m blogging TV now! I’ve decided to give writing about So You Think You Can Dance a go – I won’t get far, because I’m not sure how much Sunday night TV I’ll be watching at university. Nevertheless, here’s a first instalment. Whether it’s funny is debatable – anyway, read and comment (it’s awfully long) if you will.
Well, it’s finally here – after three seasons of the American version, the Aussies have cottoned on to the latest reality franchise – Idol for dance. The first episode of Australia’s So You Think You Can Dance predictably begins with a montage of frenetic, epilepsy-inducing snippets of dancers, mood music and jarring excerpts from grammatically challenged judges.
“ONE WILL WIN….YOU DECIDE”, the screen flashes aggressively, as if we’re about to actually decide something important here.
And then our host appears. In case you haven’t been flicking through the pages of your local TV Guide recently, the job was given to Rogue Traders lead singer Natalie Bassingthwaighte. No, wait, Bassinghthwaithe. Or is it Basghsighthwaighthte? Who knows, but there are far too many letters. I prefer Cat Deeley the minute Bassinghthwhaihththththe opens her mouth, complete with her nauseating nose inflexions and grating Australian twang.
We’re given little more time to analyse our hostess as we are instantly transported to Perth, the setting for the first round of auditions. But wait! Here she is again!
“This is an ABSOLUTE MASSIVE TURNOUT in Perth…HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS have turned out here today!!” screams Bashingtwit as she scurries up and down the line of maybe one thousand people and assuring her audience she knows nothing about adverbs. Hundreds of thousands? It’s as if she’s insinuating the entire population of Perth were there.
But enough criticism of our host. It’s time to turn to the judges – the first of which is the obligatory import. Bonnie Lythgoe is the wife of Nigel Lythgoe, the “nasty” judge on the American version of the show. What is she looking for in a dancer? “Different, amazing, TALENTED! That’s what we want!” she exclaims, using nouns as adjectives and sending my grammar radar into a frenzy.
The second judge is Australian Jason Coleman, a stage dancer for twenty years and choreographer for the Sydney Olympics ceremony. Bearing more than a passing resemblance to the Paddle Pop Lion, Jason tells us he’s looking for “body shape” as well as “star quality” in a dancer. His penchant for gangster-pimp style fashion means he earns the title of creepiest judge.
Then there’s Matt Lee, the young, fresh-faced kid who looks as if he’s just come out of primary school, complete with wonky teeth and slightly askew cap. “Versatility” is what Matt’s looking for, someone who can cross over through the multitude of styles required for the competition. The only problem with him is that he looks young enough to be competing in the show himself – aren’t the judges meant to be a bunch of old farts?
The first lot of lambs to the slaughter are gathered into a theatre, and told by Bonnie to “do the best you possibly can”. Unfortunately, the first few dancers are fairly uninspiring – everybody’s “not bad”, but “not great”. It takes Brendan and Gemma, a couple with a sixteen year age difference, to get the day going. The sultry duo, who got their routine together in a week, perform a couple of voluptuous moves that are enough to put the judges in raptures. Kid-judge Matt obviously got excited – he claims he nearly fell off his chair. The couple are the first through to Sydney.
Someone with a more vibrant personality is “Lamb chop”, formerly known as “Pork chop”. No, she’s not fat; in fact, the name really doesn’t make any sense. No matter, her hideous blonde highlights wow the judges, and despite the fact that I was pretty unimpressed with her hip hop/contemporary blend, Bonnie loves her. Add to that a little speech about “dance equals breath, dance equals life”, and she’s in.
Next it’s anorexic giraffe “Angel”, an eighteen year old model who steps out in lurid tights and impossibly high heels. She wants to prove that “models can dance” but fails badly, hopping about and looking generally awkward. “I dance to show my emotions”, she says breathlessly to judge Matt, which must mean her emotional range is rather limited. Her back up plans? “I’ll keep starting my degree”, she says, and not even I’m sure what that means. Australia’s Next Top Model beckons.
Then it’s twenty-one year old Stephanie, who wants to work for the Moulin Rouge. As the music starts I’m reminded strongly of Tarisai Vushe – it’s “Kissing You”, that slow, stageboat love number. Nevertheless, Stephanie is pretty and her interpretative dance is more than enough for me and the judges to send her through.
Traditional indigenous dancer Sermsah, covered in tribal paints, is a breath of fresh air; something completely and utterly different to anything one would see on the American version of the show. After telling Basghinghthwhite about the tragic death of his mother, she merely offers a nod and a sheepish “yeah”, before rubbing him lamely on the shoulder. Thanks for your support, Nat.
His dancing is naturally terrific, although the judges aren’t really sure how well he’ll cross over into more conventional styles. No matter, he’s straight through, and Natalie makes up for her lack of emotional support earlier by getting her jacket dirty and giving him a big hug. Smiles all round for Sermsah.
Kelly is next up, dressed for the beach in a bikini. She uses a “man-prop” to dreadful effect, and the judges are particularly unimpressed by her choice of song. Personally, I thought she was better than Lambchop, but what would I know. She’s sent through to the choreography round by the skin of her teeth.
It’s time for a bit of hip hop now, and b-boy Edit pulls out all the usual tricks, but it’s not clear whether he can cross over into other styles. He too is sent to choreography.
The choreography round begins and youngster Matt pulls through a stomping number. The dancers are put into groups of four to dance the routine in front of the three judges. Kelly is sent home, along with a whole lot of others…although Edit gets his ticket to the east coast.
So Perth is over, and with fifteen through to the next stage, the circus moves to Brisbane. Jason’s wearing a gangster-pimp shirt with the buttons undone and the collar up, leaving the bogan girls salivating but the rest of us vomiting. The overwhelming number of female auditionees is accentuated in Brisbane, where two-thirds of those trying out were girls. Camilla bucks the trend, a contemporary/jazz type with feisty red hair, taught by her mum. She appears to have the elusive “X-factor”, and the judges love her despite her lack of fitness, so she sails straight through to Sydney.
Hip hop group “365 Crew” are probably the most impressive dancers so far – their brand of stomping break had my foot tapping. However, only one of them is deemed good enough to go straight through – the other two are sent through to the infamous choreography round.
After the umpteenth ad break we’re introduced to Anthony, brother of a rugby league player. He’s shirtless, muscular and acrobatic, and Bonnie says he made her feel a lot better. He gets a ticket direct to Sydney.
Next up are jokers Ben and Liam, who give us a bit of a boogie presentation in brightly coloured tight costumes. I was ready to pass them off as tools before the green guy in the top hat pulled out some decent breakdancing moves. He makes choreography, but the guy in the too-short pink singlet is sent home.
Emma, an Australian Ballet School alumnus, tells the judges that dancing isn’t the most important thing in her life, always a big no-no. After a few tears, she’s told her emotional personality is too fragile for the competition. No matter; her dancing didn’t seem that good anyway.
Then it’s Jack, who’s likeable enough – he looks like the kind of person you’d meet at a party and get along with. It turns out that he can bebop OK, and while his Broadway ambitions might be a bit of a way off yet, he’s through to Sydney.
Raunchy Brazilian Gianne brings some sultry samba backed up with that Latin favourite, “Mas Que Nada”. I like her A LOT. She’s given a chance to prove her worth again in choreography.
A couple of couples are shown next; whether they get through is not shown. In fact, at this point I’m wondering how well the show has been put together – we’ve not been shown anyone absolutely truly excellent; and nobody has been laughably terrible either. The judges particularly have disappointed me a bit; I was hoping for another Mary Murphy, whose oversized teeth and irritating laugh really made for some decent entertainment.
Then along came Marlena, who was just the ticket for some good old laughs. What strikes me as fascinating about these audition episodes of reality programs is just how many deranged people there are in the world that genuinely believe they possess talent, when in fact they have none whatsoever. Marlena says she hasn’t found a dance partner for the audition (which doesn’t surprise me), and struts her way solo through Jamiroquai’s “Cosmic Girl” in a far too-tight dress. Rejected in a splendidly harsh way by Bonnie and Matt, Marlena justifies her dress by telling Australia with a completely straight face that if Britney Spears can get around without underwear, then so can she. Let’s just leave it there, shall we? At least she was good for a laugh.
It’s choreography round again, and while Liam the joker is sent home, Gianne and the other two members of the 365 Crew get their tickets to Sydney.
Just when I thought it was all over, it turns out there’s a whole day more of auditions in Brisbane. Good god, I’ve already been typing for four pages! Anyway, young Carl is up first, resplendent in a flannelette shirt and tight shorts. He tries to emulate Nureyev in his routine; a dancing version of a musical cover, so to speak. While he’s not quite up to the mark the judges recognise the talent there, so off he goes to choreography.
Bessi is next, a twenty-nine year old woman who escaped civil war in El Salvador. Her energised hip hop is engaging, but it’s evident she’s had no formal training. She’s never been to school either, and has lived for periods on the streets. After she tells them her tale both Bessi and the judges are in tears and Paddle Pop Lion gives her a big hug. Her story is great, but it’s the way she portrays it in dance which is heart-warming. She’s sent through, deservedly, to choreography.
Next up is Caleb, a thin, emo-haired kid who give us a blend of ballet and contemporary dance that is actually mind-blowingly good. By a long way, this guy is the best auditionee so far. Then he tells everyone he’s only fifteen, meaning he can’t actually enter. WHATTT?? Dang, the guy would WIN if he was in it. But Caleb assures us he’ll be back, and urges us to remember his face. I’m not so sure – he’ll be dancing with a professional company before he’s eighteen, I’d guarantee it.
Surely we’re nearly there now…I’ve been typing forever! But no, there’s more – it’s unique Gabriel who’s up now, a sweaty, moustached type who describes himself as a monkey. His dancing didn’t make much of an impression on me or the judges, and he’s given a second chance, just, by going through to choreography.
Finally, it IS time for choreography, and again it’s Matt who leads the also-rans through a routine. After performing for the judges, ballet boy Carl gets a ticket, as well as everyone’s favourite survivor, Bessi. Monkey-boy Gabriel is not so lucky, who storms off unhappily back to university, but lives to fight another day.
And so that’s it – two audition cities down, and a few more left, by the looks of things. It’s actually worried me that the most talented dancer to audition so far has been an ineligible fifteen year old kid, but there were enough interesting personalities and dancers in there to keep me watching and blogging again.
However, you’ll have to wait for next week before you can read my notes on the show once more – I missed Monday night’s program, so I’ve no idea of whether the Top 20 was revealed. I guess I’ll be looking for footage on the website – reality television is so trashy, but so damned addictive….
That’s all folks! Peace, love, ecstacy, unity respect…
;) me
Well, it’s finally here – after three seasons of the American version, the Aussies have cottoned on to the latest reality franchise – Idol for dance. The first episode of Australia’s So You Think You Can Dance predictably begins with a montage of frenetic, epilepsy-inducing snippets of dancers, mood music and jarring excerpts from grammatically challenged judges.
“ONE WILL WIN….YOU DECIDE”, the screen flashes aggressively, as if we’re about to actually decide something important here.
And then our host appears. In case you haven’t been flicking through the pages of your local TV Guide recently, the job was given to Rogue Traders lead singer Natalie Bassingthwaighte. No, wait, Bassinghthwaithe. Or is it Basghsighthwaighthte? Who knows, but there are far too many letters. I prefer Cat Deeley the minute Bassinghthwhaihththththe opens her mouth, complete with her nauseating nose inflexions and grating Australian twang.
We’re given little more time to analyse our hostess as we are instantly transported to Perth, the setting for the first round of auditions. But wait! Here she is again!
“This is an ABSOLUTE MASSIVE TURNOUT in Perth…HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS have turned out here today!!” screams Bashingtwit as she scurries up and down the line of maybe one thousand people and assuring her audience she knows nothing about adverbs. Hundreds of thousands? It’s as if she’s insinuating the entire population of Perth were there.
But enough criticism of our host. It’s time to turn to the judges – the first of which is the obligatory import. Bonnie Lythgoe is the wife of Nigel Lythgoe, the “nasty” judge on the American version of the show. What is she looking for in a dancer? “Different, amazing, TALENTED! That’s what we want!” she exclaims, using nouns as adjectives and sending my grammar radar into a frenzy.
The second judge is Australian Jason Coleman, a stage dancer for twenty years and choreographer for the Sydney Olympics ceremony. Bearing more than a passing resemblance to the Paddle Pop Lion, Jason tells us he’s looking for “body shape” as well as “star quality” in a dancer. His penchant for gangster-pimp style fashion means he earns the title of creepiest judge.
Then there’s Matt Lee, the young, fresh-faced kid who looks as if he’s just come out of primary school, complete with wonky teeth and slightly askew cap. “Versatility” is what Matt’s looking for, someone who can cross over through the multitude of styles required for the competition. The only problem with him is that he looks young enough to be competing in the show himself – aren’t the judges meant to be a bunch of old farts?
The first lot of lambs to the slaughter are gathered into a theatre, and told by Bonnie to “do the best you possibly can”. Unfortunately, the first few dancers are fairly uninspiring – everybody’s “not bad”, but “not great”. It takes Brendan and Gemma, a couple with a sixteen year age difference, to get the day going. The sultry duo, who got their routine together in a week, perform a couple of voluptuous moves that are enough to put the judges in raptures. Kid-judge Matt obviously got excited – he claims he nearly fell off his chair. The couple are the first through to Sydney.
Someone with a more vibrant personality is “Lamb chop”, formerly known as “Pork chop”. No, she’s not fat; in fact, the name really doesn’t make any sense. No matter, her hideous blonde highlights wow the judges, and despite the fact that I was pretty unimpressed with her hip hop/contemporary blend, Bonnie loves her. Add to that a little speech about “dance equals breath, dance equals life”, and she’s in.
Next it’s anorexic giraffe “Angel”, an eighteen year old model who steps out in lurid tights and impossibly high heels. She wants to prove that “models can dance” but fails badly, hopping about and looking generally awkward. “I dance to show my emotions”, she says breathlessly to judge Matt, which must mean her emotional range is rather limited. Her back up plans? “I’ll keep starting my degree”, she says, and not even I’m sure what that means. Australia’s Next Top Model beckons.
Then it’s twenty-one year old Stephanie, who wants to work for the Moulin Rouge. As the music starts I’m reminded strongly of Tarisai Vushe – it’s “Kissing You”, that slow, stageboat love number. Nevertheless, Stephanie is pretty and her interpretative dance is more than enough for me and the judges to send her through.
Traditional indigenous dancer Sermsah, covered in tribal paints, is a breath of fresh air; something completely and utterly different to anything one would see on the American version of the show. After telling Basghinghthwhite about the tragic death of his mother, she merely offers a nod and a sheepish “yeah”, before rubbing him lamely on the shoulder. Thanks for your support, Nat.
His dancing is naturally terrific, although the judges aren’t really sure how well he’ll cross over into more conventional styles. No matter, he’s straight through, and Natalie makes up for her lack of emotional support earlier by getting her jacket dirty and giving him a big hug. Smiles all round for Sermsah.
Kelly is next up, dressed for the beach in a bikini. She uses a “man-prop” to dreadful effect, and the judges are particularly unimpressed by her choice of song. Personally, I thought she was better than Lambchop, but what would I know. She’s sent through to the choreography round by the skin of her teeth.
It’s time for a bit of hip hop now, and b-boy Edit pulls out all the usual tricks, but it’s not clear whether he can cross over into other styles. He too is sent to choreography.
The choreography round begins and youngster Matt pulls through a stomping number. The dancers are put into groups of four to dance the routine in front of the three judges. Kelly is sent home, along with a whole lot of others…although Edit gets his ticket to the east coast.
So Perth is over, and with fifteen through to the next stage, the circus moves to Brisbane. Jason’s wearing a gangster-pimp shirt with the buttons undone and the collar up, leaving the bogan girls salivating but the rest of us vomiting. The overwhelming number of female auditionees is accentuated in Brisbane, where two-thirds of those trying out were girls. Camilla bucks the trend, a contemporary/jazz type with feisty red hair, taught by her mum. She appears to have the elusive “X-factor”, and the judges love her despite her lack of fitness, so she sails straight through to Sydney.
Hip hop group “365 Crew” are probably the most impressive dancers so far – their brand of stomping break had my foot tapping. However, only one of them is deemed good enough to go straight through – the other two are sent through to the infamous choreography round.
After the umpteenth ad break we’re introduced to Anthony, brother of a rugby league player. He’s shirtless, muscular and acrobatic, and Bonnie says he made her feel a lot better. He gets a ticket direct to Sydney.
Next up are jokers Ben and Liam, who give us a bit of a boogie presentation in brightly coloured tight costumes. I was ready to pass them off as tools before the green guy in the top hat pulled out some decent breakdancing moves. He makes choreography, but the guy in the too-short pink singlet is sent home.
Emma, an Australian Ballet School alumnus, tells the judges that dancing isn’t the most important thing in her life, always a big no-no. After a few tears, she’s told her emotional personality is too fragile for the competition. No matter; her dancing didn’t seem that good anyway.
Then it’s Jack, who’s likeable enough – he looks like the kind of person you’d meet at a party and get along with. It turns out that he can bebop OK, and while his Broadway ambitions might be a bit of a way off yet, he’s through to Sydney.
Raunchy Brazilian Gianne brings some sultry samba backed up with that Latin favourite, “Mas Que Nada”. I like her A LOT. She’s given a chance to prove her worth again in choreography.
A couple of couples are shown next; whether they get through is not shown. In fact, at this point I’m wondering how well the show has been put together – we’ve not been shown anyone absolutely truly excellent; and nobody has been laughably terrible either. The judges particularly have disappointed me a bit; I was hoping for another Mary Murphy, whose oversized teeth and irritating laugh really made for some decent entertainment.
Then along came Marlena, who was just the ticket for some good old laughs. What strikes me as fascinating about these audition episodes of reality programs is just how many deranged people there are in the world that genuinely believe they possess talent, when in fact they have none whatsoever. Marlena says she hasn’t found a dance partner for the audition (which doesn’t surprise me), and struts her way solo through Jamiroquai’s “Cosmic Girl” in a far too-tight dress. Rejected in a splendidly harsh way by Bonnie and Matt, Marlena justifies her dress by telling Australia with a completely straight face that if Britney Spears can get around without underwear, then so can she. Let’s just leave it there, shall we? At least she was good for a laugh.
It’s choreography round again, and while Liam the joker is sent home, Gianne and the other two members of the 365 Crew get their tickets to Sydney.
Just when I thought it was all over, it turns out there’s a whole day more of auditions in Brisbane. Good god, I’ve already been typing for four pages! Anyway, young Carl is up first, resplendent in a flannelette shirt and tight shorts. He tries to emulate Nureyev in his routine; a dancing version of a musical cover, so to speak. While he’s not quite up to the mark the judges recognise the talent there, so off he goes to choreography.
Bessi is next, a twenty-nine year old woman who escaped civil war in El Salvador. Her energised hip hop is engaging, but it’s evident she’s had no formal training. She’s never been to school either, and has lived for periods on the streets. After she tells them her tale both Bessi and the judges are in tears and Paddle Pop Lion gives her a big hug. Her story is great, but it’s the way she portrays it in dance which is heart-warming. She’s sent through, deservedly, to choreography.
Next up is Caleb, a thin, emo-haired kid who give us a blend of ballet and contemporary dance that is actually mind-blowingly good. By a long way, this guy is the best auditionee so far. Then he tells everyone he’s only fifteen, meaning he can’t actually enter. WHATTT?? Dang, the guy would WIN if he was in it. But Caleb assures us he’ll be back, and urges us to remember his face. I’m not so sure – he’ll be dancing with a professional company before he’s eighteen, I’d guarantee it.
Surely we’re nearly there now…I’ve been typing forever! But no, there’s more – it’s unique Gabriel who’s up now, a sweaty, moustached type who describes himself as a monkey. His dancing didn’t make much of an impression on me or the judges, and he’s given a second chance, just, by going through to choreography.
Finally, it IS time for choreography, and again it’s Matt who leads the also-rans through a routine. After performing for the judges, ballet boy Carl gets a ticket, as well as everyone’s favourite survivor, Bessi. Monkey-boy Gabriel is not so lucky, who storms off unhappily back to university, but lives to fight another day.
And so that’s it – two audition cities down, and a few more left, by the looks of things. It’s actually worried me that the most talented dancer to audition so far has been an ineligible fifteen year old kid, but there were enough interesting personalities and dancers in there to keep me watching and blogging again.
However, you’ll have to wait for next week before you can read my notes on the show once more – I missed Monday night’s program, so I’ve no idea of whether the Top 20 was revealed. I guess I’ll be looking for footage on the website – reality television is so trashy, but so damned addictive….
That’s all folks! Peace, love, ecstacy, unity respect…
;) me
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Saturday
Here I am again...and I'm sorry to report that I already violated (rather excessively) one of the earnest resolutions I discussed in my previous post. Yes, I stayed up too late again last night online, mucking about and doing nothing in particular. It really is a dreadful vice. Anyway, life goes on and perhaps, eventually, it will all end.
Things are generally looking up though. It doesn't look like I'll be totally bored this week; there's the possibility of a small gathering on Monday night, and I'm booked into watching the Australia vs Qatar soccer game on Wednesday, which should be a hoot. On Thursday night there's the school leavers function...a get together for our year level. It'll be weird to see everybody again after what has been three, probably three and a half months apart.
Other than that, I might even get to start rowing again! Yay. Well, actually, rowing is one of those impossible paradoxes in life. It's incredibly hard work physically - honestly, I'd rather do a 15km run than a 2km rowing race - it kills your hands (they end up badly blistered and calloused), you have absolutely no social life (because you're too tired to go out and besides, drinking is bad for rowers) and everybody pays you out. But hey, it's just so fecking awesome! Besides, being in the first rowing crew meant I was friends with all the jocks and had a vague sense of status in the school for the first term last year.
Rowing at university'll be a bit different - it's more serious and the competition's harder. But I'm always up for a challenge. I've been invited to go down on the Thursday but it clashes with the leavers function...perhaps I'll go the following week.
Anyway, other than that, there's little more to say. Have a good weekend, and peace all around.
;) me
Things are generally looking up though. It doesn't look like I'll be totally bored this week; there's the possibility of a small gathering on Monday night, and I'm booked into watching the Australia vs Qatar soccer game on Wednesday, which should be a hoot. On Thursday night there's the school leavers function...a get together for our year level. It'll be weird to see everybody again after what has been three, probably three and a half months apart.
Other than that, I might even get to start rowing again! Yay. Well, actually, rowing is one of those impossible paradoxes in life. It's incredibly hard work physically - honestly, I'd rather do a 15km run than a 2km rowing race - it kills your hands (they end up badly blistered and calloused), you have absolutely no social life (because you're too tired to go out and besides, drinking is bad for rowers) and everybody pays you out. But hey, it's just so fecking awesome! Besides, being in the first rowing crew meant I was friends with all the jocks and had a vague sense of status in the school for the first term last year.
Rowing at university'll be a bit different - it's more serious and the competition's harder. But I'm always up for a challenge. I've been invited to go down on the Thursday but it clashes with the leavers function...perhaps I'll go the following week.
Anyway, other than that, there's little more to say. Have a good weekend, and peace all around.
;) me
Friday, February 1, 2008
Musings...february
It's February, and it's honestly rather astonishing to think that we're already a twelfth of the way through 2008. It feels like, for me, it's only just started, but in actual fact I've spent thirty-one days of 2008 wallowing in a stupor...I've never really been so lazy in all my life.
With no rowing training program or homework to keep me occupied, I've taken to long spells on the computer, hardly healthy for my soul. It would've been fine if I'd been writing glorious blog posts, but instead I appeared to find my solace in useless youtube videos and music forums. All in all, I'm wasting my precious life doing nothing at all, really, and I'm feeling rather guilty about it at present.
So here are my resolutions: a month too late, but better late than never. I've woken up to the fact that without pragmatism, I'm going to be a directionless bum before you know it.
1)...is to get a decent job. I've virtually been quietly shown the door at my old work - they haven't given me a shift for weeks. I keep ringing in, and there are no shifts for me. I don't feel too bad because I have friends that work there too who are struggling for shifts, but it annoys me that they don't have the guts to say "Sorry mate, we just haven't got room for you here."
2)...is to work my arse off at university. I'm into my course, I'm living in on campus at a frightfully expensive college, there are friends around me and the sky's the limit. There are millions of people who would kill to be where I am right now, so I'm not going to screw it up. There is a place in the university's graduate law course, and it has MY name on it.
3)...is to write something. Writing is basically all I'm good at...that and reading out what I've written. Sure, I can muster a vague sense of a tune on a piano, and I'm not bad value at parties, but who knows. If I set my mind to a novel, a play, a script or even (god forbid) poetry, I might get somewhere with it.
4)...is to limit my computer time. From now on, I'm going to try and limit myself to an hour a day. This will be mostly spent checking in on my beloved forums, downloading a song or two and searching quickly on Wikipedia or youtube. I'll have to take a bit more time, of course, to write these marvellous blog posts. I think I need to get outside more...it might be good for my zits.
5)...is to be far more regular with blog posting. That basically contradicts my fourth resolution, but I actually enjoy the introspection I get on here. It's pretty much my own private diary, because...well, let's face it, there isn't anybody reading. And heck, if someone does come along, at least they can appreciate my ability to string together a few sentences with diligence and discipline.
Other than that, I might just have discovered how to post a picture....hold on...
Did that work? OK, well if it did, that's Imogen Heap's album "Speak For Yourself". I have just discovered this incredible artist...well, I discovered her a while ago, but it was one of those things where you were aware of her, but hadn't fully realised her awesomeness. Now I've realised it, it really is incredible. (That was all rather incoherent). Basically, she's awesome. "The Moment I Said It" is pure, awe-inspiring music.
With no rowing training program or homework to keep me occupied, I've taken to long spells on the computer, hardly healthy for my soul. It would've been fine if I'd been writing glorious blog posts, but instead I appeared to find my solace in useless youtube videos and music forums. All in all, I'm wasting my precious life doing nothing at all, really, and I'm feeling rather guilty about it at present.
So here are my resolutions: a month too late, but better late than never. I've woken up to the fact that without pragmatism, I'm going to be a directionless bum before you know it.
1)...is to get a decent job. I've virtually been quietly shown the door at my old work - they haven't given me a shift for weeks. I keep ringing in, and there are no shifts for me. I don't feel too bad because I have friends that work there too who are struggling for shifts, but it annoys me that they don't have the guts to say "Sorry mate, we just haven't got room for you here."
2)...is to work my arse off at university. I'm into my course, I'm living in on campus at a frightfully expensive college, there are friends around me and the sky's the limit. There are millions of people who would kill to be where I am right now, so I'm not going to screw it up. There is a place in the university's graduate law course, and it has MY name on it.
3)...is to write something. Writing is basically all I'm good at...that and reading out what I've written. Sure, I can muster a vague sense of a tune on a piano, and I'm not bad value at parties, but who knows. If I set my mind to a novel, a play, a script or even (god forbid) poetry, I might get somewhere with it.
4)...is to limit my computer time. From now on, I'm going to try and limit myself to an hour a day. This will be mostly spent checking in on my beloved forums, downloading a song or two and searching quickly on Wikipedia or youtube. I'll have to take a bit more time, of course, to write these marvellous blog posts. I think I need to get outside more...it might be good for my zits.
5)...is to be far more regular with blog posting. That basically contradicts my fourth resolution, but I actually enjoy the introspection I get on here. It's pretty much my own private diary, because...well, let's face it, there isn't anybody reading. And heck, if someone does come along, at least they can appreciate my ability to string together a few sentences with diligence and discipline.
Other than that, I might just have discovered how to post a picture....hold on...
Did that work? OK, well if it did, that's Imogen Heap's album "Speak For Yourself". I have just discovered this incredible artist...well, I discovered her a while ago, but it was one of those things where you were aware of her, but hadn't fully realised her awesomeness. Now I've realised it, it really is incredible. (That was all rather incoherent). Basically, she's awesome. "The Moment I Said It" is pure, awe-inspiring music.
Other than that, I'm praying for money, some fun in the sun and a comment or two wouldn't go astray.
;) peace to all
me
Saturday, January 12, 2008
I'm Departing, Momentarily
For all of my millions of fans, this is a short note to say that there won't be any new posts appearing in this space for a while, as I head off to the coast with family for a week or two...although I do have to come back into town every now and again for the occasional party.
My posting frequency has been rather low recently anyway; having a social life is just so exhausting! I've been partying, been introduced to "Arrested Development" and am hooked again on "Coupling" (holidays and DVDs are a wicked combination.) Tonight means another 18th; my liver squirms at the thought.
Song for the day: Paper Planes, by M.I.A. M.I.A. is a British female hip-hopper of Sri Lankan heritage, which is strange enough already. This is a dreamy, summery tune about...well, I'm not really sure. In fact, for most of the song, the lyrics are incomprehensible, although I did make out the words "weed" and "bongs" on an occasion. (Wink wink, nudge nudge...) Anyway, whether M.I.A. is Amy Winehouse's drug pal or not, she's got a kicking tune here that has just been added to my soundtrack to summer.
My posting frequency has been rather low recently anyway; having a social life is just so exhausting! I've been partying, been introduced to "Arrested Development" and am hooked again on "Coupling" (holidays and DVDs are a wicked combination.) Tonight means another 18th; my liver squirms at the thought.
Song for the day: Paper Planes, by M.I.A. M.I.A. is a British female hip-hopper of Sri Lankan heritage, which is strange enough already. This is a dreamy, summery tune about...well, I'm not really sure. In fact, for most of the song, the lyrics are incomprehensible, although I did make out the words "weed" and "bongs" on an occasion. (Wink wink, nudge nudge...) Anyway, whether M.I.A. is Amy Winehouse's drug pal or not, she's got a kicking tune here that has just been added to my soundtrack to summer.
Anyway, pray for me as I wait for my university offers on Monday night/Tuesday morning (not that I'm too worried...I'm well above the clearly in score so I'm good.) It's the university college scholarship that I'm actually praying for.
;) peace
me
Thursday, January 3, 2008
The Renaissance of Daft Punk
Why are Daft Punk so cool again?
Daft Punk, if you're unaware, are a notoriously reclusive French dance/electronica/house duo who have provided us with some of the most recognisable club hits ever. They were huge in the early 2000s, but then suddenly faded into obscurity.
Now, with their live tour and accompanying album, everybody loves Daft Punk. But aren't these guys old news? Why are they so popular right now?
Well, one reason has to be Kanye West's stomping mega hit Stronger, which borrows (or rather, steals) samples from Daft Punk's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger as the track's hook. Then, of course, there's the new album Alive 2007, recorded at Bercy in Paris during their immensely popular recent tour. And while this might actually sound like a rehash of old stuff, their remix of Around the World and Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger has to be heard to be believed. Now that is some seriously wicked dance music.
But I guess their enduring popularity lies in the fact that they sure know how to make a kicking dance tune. One More Time remains euphorically inspiring, Around The World is still catchy...and Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger? Well, it beats the crap out of Kanye. For me, it's the best of the lot.
Anyway, other than my little Daft Punk rant, nothing much else is happening. I'm partying all weekend. The weather has died down from its boiling swelteryness a few days ago. India are getting thrashed in the cricket...again. Work is boring. You get the picture.
I leave you with a video: "Daft Hands". It's had over eleven million youtube views, so you've probably seen it by now, but it still looks awesome every time I see it. Plus, the music rocks.
;) peace
me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2cYWfq--Nw
Daft Punk, if you're unaware, are a notoriously reclusive French dance/electronica/house duo who have provided us with some of the most recognisable club hits ever. They were huge in the early 2000s, but then suddenly faded into obscurity.
Now, with their live tour and accompanying album, everybody loves Daft Punk. But aren't these guys old news? Why are they so popular right now?
Well, one reason has to be Kanye West's stomping mega hit Stronger, which borrows (or rather, steals) samples from Daft Punk's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger as the track's hook. Then, of course, there's the new album Alive 2007, recorded at Bercy in Paris during their immensely popular recent tour. And while this might actually sound like a rehash of old stuff, their remix of Around the World and Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger has to be heard to be believed. Now that is some seriously wicked dance music.
But I guess their enduring popularity lies in the fact that they sure know how to make a kicking dance tune. One More Time remains euphorically inspiring, Around The World is still catchy...and Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger? Well, it beats the crap out of Kanye. For me, it's the best of the lot.
Anyway, other than my little Daft Punk rant, nothing much else is happening. I'm partying all weekend. The weather has died down from its boiling swelteryness a few days ago. India are getting thrashed in the cricket...again. Work is boring. You get the picture.
I leave you with a video: "Daft Hands". It's had over eleven million youtube views, so you've probably seen it by now, but it still looks awesome every time I see it. Plus, the music rocks.
;) peace
me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2cYWfq--Nw
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Musings...2008
Happy New Year, to the very few of you (if any) who are reading this marvellous webpage. I saw in 2008 at a friends place with a bunch of others. Plenty of drinking, a jumping castle and bass-driven tunes made for a fun, yet exhausting celebration. Bed was at 4am, and although some decided an hour's sleep would suffice, I managed to muster a valuable four hours.
Anyway, what I'd really love to write about in this post (for I won't bore you with excitable tales of Tequila slammers and what not) is the cinema, which is where I went on Sunday night. Literary Mother was desperate to see Atonement, and despite my reluctance and my sister's evident desire to stay at home, we went (for the first time in years) to the cinema as a family.
Atonement it was and I am happy to report that it was one of the, if not the most fantastic cinematic experience I have ever had. Having never read Ian McEwan's novel (although now I have quite a want to), I went into the film almost completely blind to what I was going to see...only with the knowledge that it contained Keira Knightley, and had something to do with World War II. The story, in any case, is not worth spoiling here; in layman's terms, it has to do with a pair of budding lovers, and a younger sister who, essentially, ruins the relationship. It sounds tacky, but it's done in brilliant style. The costuming, score and settings are fittingly beautiful. Combine that with Keira Knightley, and you've got yourselves some serious eye candy.
The film is worth viewing just for one single sequence alone, where a camera follows a group of three soldiers along a beach at Dunkirk, not breaking shot for about five minutes, maybe longer. They wander past various other bands of soldiers, horses, the wounded, the inspired. The cinematography in this particular scene is utterly breathtaking. When the camera went past the group of choiristers in the rotunda above the beach, and they sang some uplifting wartime tune, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Anyway...enough swooning. In short, it's fantastic, if you haven't seen it, go, and if you have, share your thoughts in the comments below.
And what are my New Years Resolutions, you ask? Well, perhaps, if I can be bothered, I'll write a post on this tomorrow.
;) love and peace to all
moi
Anyway, what I'd really love to write about in this post (for I won't bore you with excitable tales of Tequila slammers and what not) is the cinema, which is where I went on Sunday night. Literary Mother was desperate to see Atonement, and despite my reluctance and my sister's evident desire to stay at home, we went (for the first time in years) to the cinema as a family.
Atonement it was and I am happy to report that it was one of the, if not the most fantastic cinematic experience I have ever had. Having never read Ian McEwan's novel (although now I have quite a want to), I went into the film almost completely blind to what I was going to see...only with the knowledge that it contained Keira Knightley, and had something to do with World War II. The story, in any case, is not worth spoiling here; in layman's terms, it has to do with a pair of budding lovers, and a younger sister who, essentially, ruins the relationship. It sounds tacky, but it's done in brilliant style. The costuming, score and settings are fittingly beautiful. Combine that with Keira Knightley, and you've got yourselves some serious eye candy.
The film is worth viewing just for one single sequence alone, where a camera follows a group of three soldiers along a beach at Dunkirk, not breaking shot for about five minutes, maybe longer. They wander past various other bands of soldiers, horses, the wounded, the inspired. The cinematography in this particular scene is utterly breathtaking. When the camera went past the group of choiristers in the rotunda above the beach, and they sang some uplifting wartime tune, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Anyway...enough swooning. In short, it's fantastic, if you haven't seen it, go, and if you have, share your thoughts in the comments below.
And what are my New Years Resolutions, you ask? Well, perhaps, if I can be bothered, I'll write a post on this tomorrow.
;) love and peace to all
moi
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