2007-02-05 10:15
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Salon.com: New York Times music critic Kelefa Sanneh says Prince's Super Bowl performance will "surely go down as one of the most thrilling halftime shows ever; certainly the most unpredictable, and perhaps the best," and says it was "yet more proof that Prince has made that familiar journey from pariah to American treasure."
Let me get this straight - a skinny guy who looks like he stole Aunt Jemimah's 'do-rag plays Guitar Hero in the rain, and it's "the most thrilling halftime show ever"? K wanted to watch, as she's a Prince fangirl (one of those subjects I will never understand, and don't want to), and after staring in puzzlement at some of her initial squeeing, I took sadistic pleasure in making her watch the whole debacle. "You made your bed, now lie in it."
What is "unpredictable" about some has-been doing a DJ Trainwreck number on a handful of songs that weren't that interesting twenty years ago? Isn't that pretty much the established halftime formula these days?
And what was up with the purple guitar? In silhouette, it looked like Little Man Prince was playing with a gratuitously oversized Nightcrawler-themed double-penetration sex toy.
Kelefa Sanneh, today's Most Easily Impressed Person in the World!
Let me get this straight - a skinny guy who looks like he stole Aunt Jemimah's 'do-rag plays Guitar Hero in the rain, and it's "the most thrilling halftime show ever"? K wanted to watch, as she's a Prince fangirl (one of those subjects I will never understand, and don't want to), and after staring in puzzlement at some of her initial squeeing, I took sadistic pleasure in making her watch the whole debacle. "You made your bed, now lie in it."
What is "unpredictable" about some has-been doing a DJ Trainwreck number on a handful of songs that weren't that interesting twenty years ago? Isn't that pretty much the established halftime formula these days?
And what was up with the purple guitar? In silhouette, it looked like Little Man Prince was playing with a gratuitously oversized Nightcrawler-themed double-penetration sex toy.
Kelefa Sanneh, today's Most Easily Impressed Person in the World!
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So some dude gets up and actually sings while playing air guitar. Whoop de damn do. I derived evil glee in the fact that His Diminutiveness was getting rained on. And the fact that he's done something to sandblast any evidence of aging off his face (comparisons to Casey Casem and Dick Clark may have been made)...
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And that's OK! We're all OK! Even Prince is OK.
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But "most thrilling ever"? "Unpredictable"? That's what bothers me. This woman is, apparently, the music reviewer of a very prominent newspaper, and for her to be so apparently *clueless* (imnsho) rubs me the wrong way. It's like she's got a weirdly-shaped agenda to push, regardless of what the reality-based community saw and heard.
You know, put like that, this sounds familiar...
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And to avoid the Superbowl. ;-)
When the Superbowl was in Houston a couple of years ago... well, lets just say that was enough to last a lifetime for me.
Have I mentioned that I live across the street from Reliant Stadium?
Have I mentioned that I spent about a week wishing I didn't have to leave my apartment?
It was worse than Rodeo time and I *never* want to be out in *that* traffic.
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Also, I'm a football fan, and think that rodeo is more fun when the rider is being stomped by the animal.
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I really hate C&W, too. :-)
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Besides, every time I hear him I think of Jack Nicholson going wacky on the museum in Batman.
But WHAT THE FUCK was up with the two spastic 'dancers' that were with him on stage? Jesus please us, they looked like they were having weirdly sympatico epileptic fits. Who had the moronity to choreograph THAT?
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I had the distinct impression that was very deliberate. A nod to the wardrobe malfunction, perhaps.
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In any case... I had to sit through that gawdawful production. I'd rather rent "Purple Rain" and fast forward to the music... it was more potent then.
Oh... and as an aside, one of my closest friends used to work for His Majesty closely. From all I am told, the guy is one insufferably arrogant ass.
Another reason, beyond that I hate his music, to not support him in any way, shape or form.
:::rummages for her #2 pencil to pop her eardrums to insure she misses this should she ever be witness to that train wreck again:::