Category Archives: Music

Deja who?

I did it.  I missed the whole thing.

I did not watch a single moment of this season’s American Idol.

I’ll admit it — I walked away when Simon Cowell did.  I didn’t see a need for the show to continue.  And when I heard who they hired to replace him, I didn’t feel any differently.

Now, friends have told me I screwed up.  That this was the most talented group of contestants yet.  That it was refreshing to watch a show where the judges strived to create a supportive environment. (But some have said it was all a bit too nicey-nice as well.)

But I was still a little curious this morning about who won.  So I took a look.

Good lord — it’s Clay Aiken.

I didn’t miss a thing after all.

Lip service

At first, I attributed the phenomenon to DVR-itis.

I was out Thursday night, and Friday was playing catchup on the NBC comedy lineup.  Even fast-forwarding through the commercials, it seemed like promos for The Voice were on every break.  So I started paying closer attention…

They were on every break.

And pretty much the same one, too…where Adam Levine says “I have to work with you,” and Christina Aguilera throws her arms up in the air and dances around in her big Star Trek captain’s chair.

By the time I finished 30 Rock, it wasn’t a promo anymore — it was torture.  I was ready to talk…about anything.

[A 30 Rock writer even tweeted an apology for The Voice promo overload, but quickly deleted it.  Job security, much?]

Now I read that Saturday Night Live* is being delayed tonight for a full two minutes to give the audience “an early look” at the new singing competition.  Granted, SNL is a rerun this week, but…

COME ON!

There is a fine line between promotion and saturation, and NBC — you crossed it last Tuesday!  I know you guys are excited to have anything new to crow about, but leave the audience wanting more, ya know?

At the rate you’re going, the audience is just gonna leave.

What’s left of ‘em.

NBC delayed Tonight Show with Jay Leno Thursday by an astounding 12 minutes to promote The Voice.  While in theory this practice is beyond egregious, I feel in this extremely rare case, NBC did viewers a favor. 

Sinister strings

Vampires.  Werewolves.  Zombies.  They are all over television and film these days.

(Hey, I’m not complaining.)

But have you encountered…The Violin Monster????

I have.  He was playing in the subway yesterday afternoon.

Now, it’s not that unusual to see musicians playing for change on the train platform.  But a guy wearing a monster mask playing the violin?

It caught my eye.

He is a smart Violin Monster, too.  Next to his open violin case — where the money was piling up — he had a sign advertising his website, ViolinMonster.com. It’s a fun read.  The writing is straightforward and hilarious in spots.  I recommend it.

And if you’re headed to New York City this spring, I hope you get to see the Violin Monster.

Heck, he might have his own reality show by then!

Friday Concert Series

Today I’m doing background work on an American Express commercial.

We’re shooting a faux concert at a theatre in New Jersey, so there are a lot of us.  After the numbers reach a certain level, it’s more about crowd control than acting.

So, to entertain myself, I decided to adopt a different personality for the day.  None of these folks know me, so no one will realize the difference, right?

I decided to be shy and introverted…quiet even.  Keep to myself.  Not be the loud one for a change.

I’m not that good of an actor.

Amex shoot

The right thing

Have you seen the new television commercial for Liberty Mutual Insurance?

It’s all part of their Responsibility Project, a place “to think about—and discuss—what it means to do the right thing.”

I’m not sure they set the bar all that high.  I hope I would hold the door for a blind person…or help someone pick up papers being scattered by the wind.   But if seeing that ad inspires a few random acts of kindness, all the better.

It does remind me of a nice guy I met at Madison Square Garden a couple of years ago.

I was in the concession line at Madison Square Garden during intermission at a Barry Manilow concert — that’s right, I said it.  The man was standing in front of me, looking a tad miserable.

I couldn’t resist.  With great enthusiasm I said, “Having a good time?”

He gave me a rueful smile.  “I bought the tickets for my wife for Christmas; she’s having a blast.”

“Well, think about this way,” I said.  “Any time she complains in the future, you can remind her about that great concert you took her to!”

We continued to chat as the line progressed, even discussing our planned purchases.  When he finished his order, he smiled and waved good-bye, and I stepped up to the counter.

“A Diet Coke and some Cracker Jacks, please.”  After my order was ready, I asked for the total.

“Oh, it’s already paid for,” the counter girl said with a smile.  “The gentleman in line in front of you took care of it.”

I hope his wife appreciates him.

Wild about Harry

When it comes to Broadway theatre, I’m drawn to the new, the noteworthy and often the ‘not-long-for-this world.’  Revivals of 50 year-old musicals aren’t on my radar.

Two words got me in the theatre last night for a preview performance of How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying:

Daniel Radcliffe

I saw ‘Harry Potter’ make his Broadway debut two years ago in the title role of Equus. My seat was literally on the stage, which made Daniel’s 20+ minute nude scene at the end of the second act a more detailed memory than I would like.

Daniel’s entire performance was brave and brilliant, and I was furious when he wasn’t nominated for a Tony.  But he didn’t sing or dance in the play — and hasn’t in any film role to date — so I was a bit worried for him before the show began last night.

There was no need.

Daniel probably could have charmed his way through the entire show like so many film and TV stars have in Broadway shows past.  But, as in Equus, he did the work.

Harry can really sing! And director Rob Ashford has turned him into quite the dancer in numbers with jaw-dropping choreography.  Even if you don’t give two cents about Daniel Radcliffe or John Larroquette — who is a lot of fun in his Broadway debut, albeit a bit of a fast talker — the show’s clever, clever dance numbers are worth twice the cost of the ticket.

The show is beautiful to look at, too — all art deco in the bright shades of a fruit salad.  And while the outdated subject matter is pure 1961, it has some modern references to Broadway, film and television that are unexpected fun.

The show got two standing ovations during the performance and an ear-splitting one at the final curtain, all well-deserved.

Now, let’s just work on those Tonys…

Once bitten

I have been conflicted about seeing Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark.

Word of mouth on the show has been awful, and the first reviews unforgiving.  The only fan so far?  Glenn Beck.

(Yet another reason not to attend.)

But no one seemingly can deny the spectacle of the show.  So when a ticket became available for last night’s performance — fourth row center and cheap – I couldn’t pass it up.

Now I’m conflicted about what I saw.

The book is bad.   I won’t get much argument on that point.  When a show begins with a four-person Greek chorus — teens writing their own Spiderman comic book — that is your first clue.

Their attempts to explain the meandering action are annoying at best.  Thanks for trying.  It isn’t your fault.  And that ending?  Well, let’s just say, I literally threw up my hands at how they tried to tie up a dangling plot point.

The score by Bono and the Edge consists of a whole bunch of moody Bono ballads — not the most inspiring backdrop for an action-packed Broadway musical.   There was only one song that really got the audience going…and that was the second to the last one in the show.

That’s a long wait, people.

Visually, the show bears the creative stamp of Julie Taymor.   There are elements that are stunning, particularly in her manipulation of perspective.  She takes the audience to the very top of the Manhattan skyline with Spiderman and Green Goblin and again on the plunge to the streets below.

It’s amazing what she both conceived and brought to life on that stage.

But stylistically, the show is inconsistent.  Sets are slick and sophisticated one moment, cartoonish and high school drama club the next.  Did Spiderman really just wrestle a blow-up doll?  On a $65 million budget????

Oh yes, he did.

All that being said, the actors and stunt men who flew Spidey and Green Goblin all over the Foxwoods Theatre did an incredible job.  I feared for my life at every swoop — sometimes mere feet above my head — and was ever grateful for the triple redundant safety measures* now in place.

Who knows?  Perhaps everything you are reading here is a symptom of survivor syndrome.  Because I did survive the greatest flop in Broadway musical theater history.

Now, there’s a reason to see it right there!

*Those measures eliminated Spiderman’s final planned flight of the evening when a safety rope slipped before take-off, the only apparent tech diff of the night.

Split hairs

Regimes falling in the Middle East.  Floods and earthquakes down under.

What’s the reason behind all the unrest?  The Sticky Egg knows.  It all comes down — predictably enough — to a four-letter word.

HAIR

Justin Bieber cut his famous locks earlier this week.  Kept the bangs, ladies — so don’t hyperventilate or anything — but it’s a bit shorter on the sides.

(I don’t see a big difference, but the world press is gasping.  I’m sure all the Beliebers are, too.)

Days later, Jennifer Aniston premiered a new ‘do as well while doing press for her new movie with Adam Sandler,  Just Go With It.

It’s not the old Rachel, but it’s quite a bit shorter than the long locks she’s been sporting for quite some time.

(I like it better long…not that she asked me.)

Two signature hairdo’s — reconfigured and relaunched — in the same week.

Did Hollywood really think the world could handle a change of this magnitude without some serious side effects?  You’d think Justin and Jennifer’s people could have gotten together and discussed this — maybe spaced out the haircuts throughout the year — so the damage could have been avoided or, at the very least, reduced.

Celebrities have to remember:

With great power comes great responsibility.

Perspective

I had my first migraine headache in the first grade.

I thought I was dying.

I got to go home from school early where I laid in a dark room and cried because the pain was excruciating.  I eventually threw up and felt much better.

This cycle repeated itself a couple of times each month.  After a few years, I was put on two different types of medications that I take to this day — one to keep the headaches away, and one to take if I get one (which I still do).

Migraines suck.

I never felt lucky to get them until this week, when I saw the television footage of CBS2 reporter Serene Branson have a ‘complex migraine’ on-air that garbled her speech so badly, viewers thought she had a stroke.

You see, as bad as my headaches are, they are considered ‘common migraines,’ which are characterized by severe, throbbing headache, nausea and sensitivity to light and sound.

Check, check and check.

A ‘complex migraine’ — like Serene experienced during her report — can have neurological symptoms in addition to the headache, including weakness, loss of vision, or difficulty speaking.

Serene received medical attention after her attack, and is back at work and doing fine.

How’s your head?

Manners

Have you seen what’s trending on Twitter?

MEAN-SPIRITED CYNICISM

Seriously.  I check Twitter’s Worldwide Trends each day, and at the top of today’s list was “RIP Mick Jagger.”  I hadn’t heard that the Stones front man had died, so I suspected it was hoax (although it wouldn’t be the first time Twitter was my news source for celebrity death).

I clicked the link to see what folks were saying — yep.  Hoax.  And a whole lot of jabs at Mick Jagger, too.

RIP Mick Jagger“? He isn’t dead, he just looks like he is.

RIP Mick Jagger“? Nice try, twitter, but you can’t kill a zombie.

Just because there’s more meat on a chariot’s whip than on Mick Jagger doesn’t mean he’s dead.

Why would someone trend RIP Mick Jagger? I mean really, he may have looked dead at the Grammys, but he’s very much alive.

Wow.  I’ll bet Mick Jagger feels vindicated, now that all his fans have spoken up in support of his being alive.

A walking dead zombie, of course…but very much alive.  You can’t buy support like that.

At least, I hope not.

Would the tweets have been that much different had he really died?  Would they simply have said they weren’t surprised since he was so old and/or skinny and/or had lived a hard life?

Do we no longer keep any thoughts to ourselves to spare another person’s feelings anymore?  Does a celebrity’s choice to live a public life mean they are stripped of every nicety?

I think not.

Live in peace, Mick Jagger.