Friday Potpourri Vol.12
Today we are going to talk about a singing competition show.
Excited? No? Well, tough. If I have to sit through it, I may as well write about the experience.
(You want better topics. Let me know.)
The show we are going to talk about today is called Duets.
The premise is four singing stars pick two people to sing duets with. Each star takes turns singing with their two people and the other stars get to vote on the performances.
Still there? Great!
The four performers are:
John Legend–this man has amazing talent. He plays the piano almost as well as he sings. Beautifully.
Jennifer Nettles–from the country group Sugarland. She has incredible range and a big voice.
These two understand music and are great for their amateur partners.
Kelly Clarkson–won the first season of American Idol. Can sing some. But in that annoying American Idol-y way.
Robin Thicke–I didn’t know who he was either. His is the son of Alan Thicke, the dad on Growing Pains. He would be most comfortable singing into a mirror.
These two …..well, he seems to be a little preoccupied with himself and he had the first partner who got sent home from the competition because she had the lowest score.
In the first episode, Kelly Clarkson had to make some choices on her partners that broke down like this: She rejected one because the young woman was prettier than her and the other because she sang better than Ms. Clarkson.
BTW, I should mention that my wife concurs on these opinions. In fact, some of this is taken directly from our conversations during the show. (You don’t think I watch this alone, do you? Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough in the beginning. In exchange for all the sports I watch, we watch some of these type of shows together. It’s called marriage, people.)
In any event, a few weeks from now, they will start to let the audience at home vote and eventually there will be a winner. I don’t know what they win but they will win something.
It is worth watching just to hear John Legend sing. The man is incredible.
But, watch out for that Clarkson woman, she is a snake.
When I was thinking about writing this, I was trying to remember what got me hooked on certain types of reality shows. I am not counting Duets in that category.
Several years ago, on one of our trips to the Panhandle of Texas, we were sitting around my in-laws living room watching television. My brother-in-law , much to my consternation, doesn’t care too much for watching sports. So, we found our selves watching old episodes of Gunsmoke and then a little later a show came on that I found oddly captivating.
The name of it is Ice Road Truckers.
I had never heard of the Alaskan ice roads before. The deal is these roads freeze over during the winter there and while they are frozen over, large and heavy shipments are taken by semi trailers to these remote destinations. This all has to be done before the thaw and under some truly dangerous conditions. Melting roads. Blizzards. Whiteouts.
I didn’t think I was hooked until we got back home and I found myself tuning in to the latest edition of the show. What? I had to know how the season ended.
Not too many of these shows can hold my attention. This one and Storage Wars. Maybe Lizard Lick Towing. Or an occasional Parking Wars. But that is it.
I need something to watch until the election is over.