If you didn’t watch the American Music Awards last night, this post will likely mean nothing to you. If you did watch them and you are somewhere around my age, I think you will be able to relate.
Here are five things I learned while watching the AMAs…
- Apparently, it is no longer a necessity to be able to sing your music live. With all the fancy voo-doo technology of today’s recording studios, they can make people sound really good on an album ( I realize the term album is so terribly outdated, but oh well). But then, when it comes time to perform the song live, it sounds
not so goodabsolutely terrible. Several times last night, I asked Burge, “Can they not hear the music?” Randy Jackson would say they were pitchy. I would say they were NOT GOOD.
- As someone (Thanks, Amber!) said on Facebook last night, clearly the economy is so bad that the back-up dancers could not afford clothes. All I can say is AMEN to that! There was a lot of skin. A LOT. We didn’t start watching until the second hour because we waited until the kids went to bed. Wise move on our part.
- Pat Monahan’s sparkly pants weirded me out. That does not detract from my love of Train, or that I thought their performance was the best of the night. His pants just weirded me out. I tend to believe if you are a grown man and not a disco singer, you should not wear sparkly pants. But that’s just me.
- Everything that was old is now new again. I am fairly certain the pants Pink had on during her performance could be classified as MC Hammer pants. And the dancers during Kesha’s performance (by the way, who the heck is Kesha? Honestly, do they just give out record deals to anybody these days??)? They were sporting mullets. Full on business in the front, party in the back. What is the world coming to?
- I am TOTALLY out of touch with the current music scene. And you know what? I am okay with that. Absolutely fine with it.