errr, Step Up something) can all fit together in a neatly compact, 2-hour package. So all the dancers performed in pairs again this week – and the bottom 6 from last wee’s performances were picked from the bunch to face elimination at the hands of the judges. America always makes the wrong decision in these situations, I’m perfectly happy to give that power back to the hands of the Sovereign judging panel.Let’s talk about last night’s performances: Cole/Lindsey – a Jazzy/Hip Hop number about a nerd going to the dentist.The song and sentiment are beautiful with plaintive lap steel guitar: “I will remember I will remember I will remember you… I’m a very dynamic performer and I need this kind of environment so… I really like John Paul White’s music and I’d love to see him live in a quiet sit down club..
If you’ve read my blog in the past, you’ll know that I have very little patience for ‘Elimination Shows’.
The results could be read in 2 minutes, yet at times, we are forced to sit through a full HOUR of ‘fluff’ – yes, shameless movie and upcoming TV show promotions, oh look whose in the audience, D- list performances by people who are coincidentally releasing a new album or going on tour, commercial breaks, video montages, recaps of what we JUST saw the night before…
You came to a folk festival so you probably weren’t looking for happy songs anyway…
If you came to this set looking to be cheered up, you’re screwed. I loved “Hate the Way You Love Me,” during the Tiny Desk Concert, but when the backing singers accompany him on the chorus and the gorgeous fiddle from Kelli Jones fills the song, it’s really wonderful. I didn’t think it would go over as well as it has.” But he then plays “Fight for You,” a fairly rocking song–with some rocking distortion on his guitar and a snarl in his voice (and a pretty heavy chorus).
This was a simple story but told in a really cool style.
It concerns Arthur Less, a writer, who has been called to an international conference where he is in the running to win a prize.Many more thoughts creep into his head as the ceremony goes on. Holy fuck Arthur, I won.” And, somewhat amazingly, I thought, there is a conclusion to the story, to the contest.Like when he thinks back to when Robert received a phone call back in 1992 and the first thing he says to Arthur is “I’ve been pronouncing it wrong all these years… This seemed like one that could end with us wondering about the prize.He barely makes his local flight (and is shocked to see ashtrays in the airplane seats–charming or frightening? He is baffled by the interviewer who says “I am sorry I need the interpreter, I cannot understand your American accent.” He fears that the journalists are disappointed by him.The ceremony begins and he imagines that he has been not mistranslated but super-translated that the award should go to his translator: she worked his mediocre English into breathtaking Italian.He takes out another pill and then it’s time for breakfast. The driver speaks no English and it sure looks like he is heading in the wrong direction. Ricardo is a young unshaven Italian man; Luisa is glamorously white-haired and dressed in white linen; Vittorio is a cartoon villain with streaks of white at his temples; and a short rose-gold gnome from Finland who asks to be called Harry. And then there is Fosters Lancett a past winner full of false modesty.