the voice

ok, i am biased, but i have adored dia frampton since before she was legal when i saw her grinning like a kid in a candy store at warped tour after knocking out a set of rock and roll that had such a unique twist the crowds surrounded the myspace tent to try to see who was making those beautiful sounds... and now, as if i was clairvoyant (or just lucky to be in the right place at the right time), i am watching dia in the finals on the voice, a commercially packaged singing contest that has some great talent and i am torn...

leave meg and dia behind?...

a few years ago i told dia she needs to be ready to shoot the moon, to be touched by an angel, to skyrocket to fame (or shyrocket, to be dia and play with words) and i hoped she'd be ready, that she would not let fear or insecurity or self-doubt get in her way... and that she would find a way to stay in touch with her roots, to not let fame shake her from her core...

the moment is approaching fast...

there will be no losers on this show, but winning will be the zoom, the moment... will she be torn away from her family and friends and how will that affect her?... will she be sucked into the adoration and usery that has abused and destroyed so many?... please no... i wish with all my heart that she finds an anchor, a link to herself that cannot be broken... a way to not get hurt... it is not too late (i won't believe it, even after all the experiences)...

all this from background tv?...

lol, lam, laa...

go dia :)

never liked leno

not from the very beginning, his humor was patronizing and condescending and his insecure ego always spoiled his comedy for me, but then, that could just be my imagination... or my perception, being me and all... anyway, tonight he again showed me why i don't watch him even though i used to love the tonight show... it was so obvious that nbc forced the four finalists from the voice on him as he disregarded and dismissed their performances with a cursory calling of their name introduction and then leaving them unmentioned (and even cutting them off) when he went back to talking with his guests... he is such a turn off for me that i don't even watch when someone i like is on his show because he ruins it for me with his disrespect and phoniness... and he did it again tonight... he won't be on the tube again by my choice...

dia, meanwhile, was so nervous, stiff, and incongruous... they dress her up like a conservative little kid from the sixties and then she sings an alternative anthem from the nineties on a show for grandmothers, definitely not good marketing... she should have done a song from the audience's generation or at least a throw-back like time after time that javier did... oh well, another blown opportunity cuz she just isn't ready, but someday, hopefully, she will get it and her magic will burst out just right...

i can see it, which is why i watch her... even on leno :)

missing most of it

the tv that may be on, even when it is on, is sliding around my consciousness more than entering into it and even more is not even available to my consciousness and even the tv watched is missed here in this blog cuz i don't return in correlation with the tv... so anyway, later there was nba playoffs and nhl playoffs and the voice for dia and ncis cuz it's ncis and just as i wonder why don't i put more links in this blog i remember it's the same reason this blog is missing most of it, no time, no time, no time...

and you? :}

softball

yup, i play it and i watch it, especially the ncaa women's world series and that's been the background tv for the past week or two (with a bit of nba basketball tossed in)... watching arizona state (who i picked from the start, not that it is that big a surprise) get runs in every inning against florida (and this game almost all the runs with two outs) doing to florida what florida did to alabama yesterday and tomorrow is another day...

and what have you been watching lately? :)

the motion picture

remembering how slow moving and utterly stiffling much of the film star trek: the motion picture was and is... beyond the pitifully ancient special effects and the obnoxious over-dramatic characters, the dragging storyline makes the character reactions and meaningless fear-based dialogue at best annoying and ultimately a waste of time... so why continue watching?... for that glimmer of an idea that the authors may have slipped into the story that gave the tv series it's worth, the occasional brilliant concept the roddenberry presented in spite of the poor acting and ridiculous presentation...

perhaps it is the irony of calling this a motion picture that can produce a moment of worthwhile amusement that remains it's final place in film history...

the game sucked, mostly because the chicago coach doesn't seem to understand basketball is a eam sport and just because a player wins mvp does not mean he can do it all... and if the coach does understand that, well, he can't control his mvp or team, so they lose again because they are predictable... crunch time it is derek rose one on one and the rest of the team goes to sleep... way to lose...

meanwhile,

Sunday, May 22, 2011

commercial destruction

i would be profoundly emotionally devastated at the moment instead of just a blog of goo sniffling back the runny nose between the tear drenched cheeks if the commercial tv idiots did not destroy the heart and soul of the film and yet, it is such a powerfully personally meaningful story that i still had to leave it on and fill in the gaps with memories of seeing it on stage a few times and and in a couple of versions on film in theatres and of course a few dozen times on video...

i refer to rent... the dream, the tragedy, the fear, the hope...

commercial tv disgusts me... there is no art, no heart, no soul in commercial television... backgrond noise, but then, fuel for memories, emotions, and hope for more... and no, that is not you've got mail on next... blow me away if not for the commercials...

and where are you and what are you up to tonight?

four stars?

home early from softball and looking for something to watch on tv, finding nothing but a sci-fi movie called children of men that the tv gave four stars and maybe i missed something good in the first 20 minutes that would change my mind, but watching the second 20 minutes i am wondering how this film could get four stars, unless it's on a scale to ten stars...

so predictable, so cheesy (church music when the man cries after the girl dies, holy obvious trust the hero moment, really, i mean, rather than actually using dialogue, storyline, and actions, but then, that is the delusional blind faith culture we live in so why bother with imagination, logic, reasoning, rational thought, and intelligence, after all)... the british accents are so think the dialogue is wasted in many places, but then, that is the british way quite often... halfway through all i see is a sadly poorly put together film)... on to something else...

the voice perhaps... christina is not at her best, sounds out of shape... ceelo sounded surprisingly good... blake is country, nothing spectacular, but the formula is obvious try to attract a crossover audience, what else can be said... the issue for me is that the judges are singers, artists, talent that have professional coaches and trainers and managers and agents and engineers to make them sound even better, so really, are they the right people, the experts at developing talent?... the best music producers do not perform because their talent is building a team that creates the package that is the artist...

apparently the producers did their job (and the real work) cuz the singers are already screened and the judges have been coached to play their parts in yet another staged reality show... but there may be some excellent voices to listen to if the scripted drama and judges egos don't get in the way...

meanwhile, backgroun tv is doing it's job, at least minimally, giving me a distraction to clear my mind and focus my mind on meaningless banter so i can either relax and nod off or drift into my own world of rhymes and babble and the fun of being me...

what's that about the egos? :)

human fears

the fear of nudity and more, the fear of not being perfect, especially not being in a perfect body (whatever that is) by current human standards completely dominates almost every media presentation and human activity... i can sometimes, when sleepy and easily distracted (and that does tend to happen), appear fascinated by the ritualistic lambasting and criticism of the supposed imperfections and the narrow minded idolization of the supposed perfect bodies...

something called the 25 most memorable swimsuit moments bring this to mind... the odd thing is that most of the people these media whores call hot or perfect are usually not attractive to me at all... though ok (oh kate), kate hudson is an exception...

ironically or not, it is my natural aversion to fat cuz instinctively i knew fat was a sign of laziness, apathy, low self-love, and unhealthy habits that lead to the lack of appeal for fat boobs (and that is what boobs are, the bigger they are, the more fat they contain, like it as most are trained to do or not), while a few inches below (abs) the slightest bit of fat is repulsive to most, which is completely illogical and another sign of the sheep-like blindness that most humans follow...

and let's not even mention that the show glorifies nipples and yet blurs them because, omigosh, we can't show nipples to children (ummm, breast feeding?... to debate the arbitrary definitions of sexy and sleazy, naughty and slutty, or whatever ridiculously (actually) meaningless words humans create to avoid these fears of sexuality and nudity, well, to me it's just stupidity... yeah, the illogic is so hypocritical as most fear-based thoughts are)... so i toss between laughing and feeling sad about this human fear and confusion...

oh, but they finish with phoebe, redemption?... though it was always her face that came first and her butt that came second for me, pun (and bun) not necessarilly intended (oh did i just give in to the attempt at a clever quip based on double entendre that growns with failure?... nyuk nyuk, right)...

maybe it's time to wake up and do something healthy, aye? :)

lucky idol

there is nothing good on tv up against idol except re-runs and i've seen the ones on tonight so i flip over to idol without enthusiasm to see how they are going to try to salvage this season and they so recognize the trouble they are in because for the first time they brought the people voted off by idol back to start the show and sure enough, three of the best voices were there... that was the best part of the show...

american idol loses to the losers...

it's partly the judges fault as they were cheerleaders for everyone and not providing real critique or differentiating in their cheering in all the shows i've seen so far... simon must be amused in so many ways (and he can afford the lower profits)... it is time for the judges get real (grow a pair) and actually criticize the poor song choices and limited talent of the remaining contestants... the rocker who probably has the most talent of those remaining will probably be the next to go if adam from last year who was more talented is any measure of the idol audience... cuz the teenie bopper girls using text message tricks to send mass-text messages to vote their boys into the top spots finally show through in the voting... no wonder simon left when he did...

going back to reruns of ncis cuz ziva and the rest are more fun to watch than the bland safe second rate singers left on this years american idol...

ok, just had to come back after reading such sensible truth about the show (and yes, i came back to listen to the show too cuz i am my own devil's advocate and want to see if there is any talent worth kicking the girls who should be the top three off the show... and sure enough, a whole lot of actual critique by the judges, suddenly... much better than the safe re-caps provided by usa today...

all in all, a disappointing reflection on american pop culture, but then, that's pop culture, as andy warhol may have pointed out best, pop is what is popular...