I tried to watch some of the American Music Awards last night, but I couldn't stomach more than a few minutes. Maybe it's just pop music that's gone to hell. Maybe pop music never was that good. Oh, wait. The Beatles. The Beach Boys. Elvis. Hell, even Neil Diamond beats what was going on last night.
Unfortunately, I tuned in at about the time that One Direction performed. I can't imagine four more boring young gentlemen singing a more boring song. The crowd loved it. it was corporate. It was crap.
Paula Abdul and Jennifer Lopez? They're still around? Okay, J-Lo is still hot, but she's not exactly cutting edge. I think this person to the right should have hosted. She calls herself Z LaLa. She says she sings in 14 languages, including American Sign Language. I wish One Direction would consider that sign-language thing.
[Postscript: I just watched J-Lo's opening number (missed it last night) and I now retract any criticism regarding how long she's been around. Girl's still got it.]
Where was Mariah Carey? I missed her. Maybe she got stuck in something.
Wanting to do something to remember Paris (not a bad idea) the AMA chose Canadian Celine Dion singing Edith Piaf. Not just a clichè, a bad clichè. At least Dion did a great job imitating Piaf's intriguingly flat style, but why not bring in Françoise Hardy? (Because nobody in the room has heard of her and she's not backed by some monster music label.) Okay, keep it American for American Music Awards: feature Madeleine Peyroux, who was born in Georgia but moved to Paris and soaked it in. (But she doesn't dress in sequins and nobody knows her, either.) Oh, hell, let's just go with Celine.
I think I've lost the love for pop, except now and then. My most recent buys have been Walter Trout, Zac Brown and Adele. I guess Adele is pop, but not like Selena Gomez, who I think is married to Justin Bieber or something. Justin Bieber. Justin Bieber. I need a drink.