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« on: November 03, 2004, 11:06:01 AM » |
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Clay a No Show? Thank Goodness!
by California Girl
I taped the Radio Music Awards show so that I could preserve the two or three minutes that I thought they might allow Clay Aiken, and began to watch the show anyway, hoping to see some good talent.
Without reservation, I must say the Radio Music Awards was probably the worst piece of garbage I have seen on television this year. Starting with Beyonce's opening undulating number (one of her cohorts actually stroked her crotch area), to something called Chingy, my skin absolutely crawled with visions of a country condemned to musical hell.
If these are the examples of what radio is pushing (and I mean pushing) these days, then I think I'll just have to toss my radio out the window.
Carson Daly with Ashless Simpson (her laughing and giggling was a wrench on my nerves) discussing her SNL lip-sync screw-up was as insulting as it gets, and when decent artists allow themselves to associate with the trash set, they turn into trash as well. Is there no such thing as having discrimination, or any sense of pride?
Most of the artists(?) sang lyrics that were indecipherable, and wore outfits that were not fit to be seen in decent company. The hip lunges were performed with equal lewdness on the part of both genders, and seemed to be all that consisted of what they considered to be 'choreography.' To say that I was appalled is probably the understatement of the year.
And to wrap this entire fiasco into one stricken and disgusted critique, the final insult was staggering...giving their highest award to Janet Jackson, whose greatest claim to fame recently was the exposure of her breast on national television, making her the all-time publicity-crazed diva(?) of the year.
Thank God I taped the show, and with rubber-gloved hands I will toss the tape into my local dumpsite, with the hope that it doesn't release world contamination because of it's toxic contents.
Now here goes...first I'll unplug the cord and now I'll open the window... and there goes that f*%@!!*#(&^radio... We know where the wonderful music and great artists are, and we don't need radio to hear them.
Thank you, Clay, for not being on that show.
Now, let's see, your book comes out around November 16, and then you'll be presenting at the American Music Awards, and there's the Larry King thing...oh! we should be getting your Christmas CD then, and I must watch you on Regis and Kelly, on the Today show, and I'll be there in the flesh for your Joyful Noise Tour performance at the Orange County Performing Arts Center, which happens to be practically in my backyard... your CD release party...the Tonight show...oh wow, I almost forgot, your very own Christmas Special on television, starring...guess who? Clay Aiken, of course.
Radio? I think that was something people listened to back in the days of Milli Vanilli and Ashlee Simpson, and Britney Spears.
And with my radio sitting on that trash heap, I've got more room now for my Clay Aiken CDs.
Now that's progress! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 2004 by California Girl. Printed with the permission of the writer.
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