The kid has an excellent voice. He knows how to sing too. The band is great, the production flawless and the songs are songs that I like to hear. Somehow, I can't bring myself to enjoy it, though. To trully enjoy it.
It could be the annoying audience with its wows and yeahs shouted in shrill voices every couple of seconds, as if the only way the public is able to demonstrate their enjoyment is by interrupting it.
But it isn't. Something else is wrong and I can't determine what it is.
So I flip back again to the movie I was watching and its breaks that ultimately seem to last as long as the movie itself. In the back of my mind, the doubt keeps popping up. What is it? What is wrong with that show?
Upon the next break, I flip again to the concert and watch a bit more. Now a duet is being sung. I don't enjoy this particular song, but maybe I have found a clue to what was wrong before. It could be the phrasing the kid uses. Too elaborate... Too many extra notes and variations over the original theme.
The duet ends and an oily dialog of mutual compliments follows between the kid and the woman he sang with.
An attempt at humor ensues, but it is flawed and badly acted by the kid who pretends to mock some other singer that shows up behind him during this pretense mocking. The surprise is faked... Too obviously faked. He should definetly stick to singing...
The break should be almost over and so I get back to another desperatly short period of the movie, still wondering what exactly was wrong with the musical parts of the show. I know I'll flip back to it at the next break.
And lo and behold! It's upon me.
A song is just finishing, one I like this time and catch enough of to realize that that little indeterminate something that prevents me from enjoying the singing is still there.
The kid now tells us that he is tired of singing jazz classics. He tells us in fact, that he does not even like jazz, that jazz is the musical decay of a blues band. So he proceeds, following some logic that I am unable to grasp, to a pop song. This delights the hysterical women in the audience, which I now realize is mostly female.
Now I have it. Now I see what eluded me before. What seeped through the good voice, the great band. It's the difference between an artist and a product. An artist loves and, therefore, respects his art, usually more than anything else. A product does what he must to be profitable and it never fails to show the utter disrespect it has toward the art that feeds it.
The kid is no singer, no artist, after all. The kid is yet, unfortunatly, one more waste of natural ability. The kid is just another product...
It could be the annoying audience with its wows and yeahs shouted in shrill voices every couple of seconds, as if the only way the public is able to demonstrate their enjoyment is by interrupting it.
But it isn't. Something else is wrong and I can't determine what it is.
So I flip back again to the movie I was watching and its breaks that ultimately seem to last as long as the movie itself. In the back of my mind, the doubt keeps popping up. What is it? What is wrong with that show?
Upon the next break, I flip again to the concert and watch a bit more. Now a duet is being sung. I don't enjoy this particular song, but maybe I have found a clue to what was wrong before. It could be the phrasing the kid uses. Too elaborate... Too many extra notes and variations over the original theme.
The duet ends and an oily dialog of mutual compliments follows between the kid and the woman he sang with.
An attempt at humor ensues, but it is flawed and badly acted by the kid who pretends to mock some other singer that shows up behind him during this pretense mocking. The surprise is faked... Too obviously faked. He should definetly stick to singing...
The break should be almost over and so I get back to another desperatly short period of the movie, still wondering what exactly was wrong with the musical parts of the show. I know I'll flip back to it at the next break.
And lo and behold! It's upon me.
A song is just finishing, one I like this time and catch enough of to realize that that little indeterminate something that prevents me from enjoying the singing is still there.
The kid now tells us that he is tired of singing jazz classics. He tells us in fact, that he does not even like jazz, that jazz is the musical decay of a blues band. So he proceeds, following some logic that I am unable to grasp, to a pop song. This delights the hysterical women in the audience, which I now realize is mostly female.
Now I have it. Now I see what eluded me before. What seeped through the good voice, the great band. It's the difference between an artist and a product. An artist loves and, therefore, respects his art, usually more than anything else. A product does what he must to be profitable and it never fails to show the utter disrespect it has toward the art that feeds it.
The kid is no singer, no artist, after all. The kid is yet, unfortunatly, one more waste of natural ability. The kid is just another product...
2 comments:
Todas as coisas que são feitas como obrigação nunca serão tão perfeitas como as que são feitas com amor.
Um professor só poderá ser bom se gostar de crianças e de as ensinar. Um informático só pode ser um bom profissional se gostar de computadores (LOL).
Se isto é verdade para os "comuns mortais", ainda mais verdade é para as pessoas que de alguma forma de destacam.
Um atleta só poderá ser o melhor se amar o seu desporto. Um actor só será um grande actor se puser muito de si na personagem que interpreta. Um cantor está englobado nesta categoria. Se não ama a música que canta, se não ama o que faz, nunca será um cantor. Como tu dizes, e muito bem, é um produto.
Já agora, a quem te referias?
A ideia era não revelar quem era... mas há quem lhe chame o novo Sinatra. ;-)
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