Again, Nicki Minaj got it right.
Watching the semi-finals of the ten men now down to five on American Idol, it wouldn’t even take a blind man to see that despite the “baby boys” and “Boddingtons”, Ms Minaj thought all were bloody boring and dated.
Hell, there are crappy old black guys shucking and jiving crowds in clubs around Hong Kong and China who are just as good and equally bad.
Who mentioned the ubiquitous Bobby Taylor?
As contestant after contestant plodded their way through turgid ballad after ballad, it all looked and sounded like standard hotel lounge shlock.
Nicki Minaj sees this. She wants to see and hear someone current and who can be the new Usher or the new Justin Timberlake or just the new new.
The other judges seem to be confused- confused as to whether to send some of these guys through, go with what they think the Idol audience wants or have been brainwashed by Idols of old and when karaoke singers were raved about.
Remember Taylor Hicks?
Randy Jackson still seems stuck in the middle of those days.
Apart from hotel lounge singers like the cocky bloke from Hawaii- Bryant Tadeo- and his maudlin version of New York State Of Mind who was beautifully flipped off by Ms Minaj, the rest were old school “soul” guys who went into the throes of forced histrionics which could have been a great and Raw Eddie Murphy piss take when the comedian was young and relevant.
But in 2013 on a television talent show, it’s downright embarrassing and with a horrible Uncle Tom vibe to it and which middle class white folks still afraid of the big scary black man think they have to like to show they “dig” this voodoo music.
One of these old soulsters who Yo Yo Dawg raved on and on about- Vincent Powell- as did Keith Urban and Mariah Carey- has gone through- but his stay won’t be for long.
Seriously now, this old guy and his testifying? An American Idol??? My mate Bobby Taylor has more of a chance.
And one more thing: The woman from Liberia who managed to get into the Top Twenty? She’s becoming a huge slice of ham and hogging valuable camera time with her carrying on. Okay, she’s had a tough life. So have many others but we shut the fuck up and get on with life.
Watching her shucking and jiving is corny and, mercifully, Nicki Minaj is kicking out the vocal gymnastics, the jam and the old Idol corn.
Let’s hear it for the girls and, especially, Aubrey Cleland.
(Source: World Now)