I know I vowed to watch less TV, and I have, but NBC has been broadcasting a brilliant show called "Hit me baby 1 more time." It is a British import, naturally, because very few new ideas have come from this side of the pond lately. Here is the concept. Forgotten musical pop stars from the not so distant past come on stage to perform their biggest hit and to cover a more recent pop song.
The first time I saw it, I was simply flipping through trying to find something to keep me entertained or at least keep me company as I ate my dinner off of my TV tray in the living room. I did not mean to stay on that channel, but it was mesmerizing. I went through a rollercoaster of emotions, cheering on favorite bands such as Arrested Development or being completely embarrassed for Loverboy, whose members did not age gracefully at all. I started reminiscing about listening to my sister's mix tapes on her pink and black boom box she got for Christmas '85.
So a week ago when I realized it was on again, I forced my roommate A, who never watches TV, to join me in the dinner/ program rite of passage. Despite herself, I saw her rooting for Howard Jones and being completely distraught when Irene Cara won. "He played the piano," she said, " and he sounded really good. The other one [Irene Cara] was not even singing everything herself. She [Irene Cara] is just the most middle ground singer there. That's why they picked her."
Yesterday, it was my roommate, L 's, turn to watch with me. We were happily munching on salty snacks when it came on the TV. I convinced her this was a show worth watching and tired from her day and her run she agreed to see a few of the singers. She too was entranced. Once famous rock stars looked so gross and sounded so out of tune made us squeal, giggle and cringe all at once. When Billy Vera came, she said, "I love this song ["At this Moment"]. I am going to buy it on iTunes right now." Sadly, the song was unavailable.
So thank you roommates for watching with me. Next Thursday, I will be in front of the TV proudly watching this fantastic show no longer pretending I know nothing about it. It'll be the season finale, the last one, and this time they will have a special mystery star. Who could it be? The possibilities are limitless.
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Oh, it was horrible! IC won only because the 18-21 year olds were familiar with her soundtrack songs. Howard Jones was savvy in picking a curent song to his talents and displayed true talent-- he didn't have flashy back up singers/dancers because he didn't need them! TV voting-- meritocracy at its worst! And the season finale is already upon us? I obviously don't watch tv enough, because when I do, it's invariably at the end of the season.
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