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Jessica:
Idol tour still has high school feeling

Keep an eye out for the running Pop-Tart.

And also a yellow-shirted security guard hovering near the stage.

Either could be, believe it or not, Blake Lewis.

At Sunday's stop of the "American Idols Live!" tour at D.C.'s Verizon Center, the cute-as-a-muffin Lewis psyched fans out by hanging around onstage dressed as a guard, a wig and hat covering his famous blond spikes.

Moments before Lewis' big reveal, a mom sitting nearby whispered that she had taken her kids to the Atlantic City, N.J., show the night before and had it on good authority that the prankster also likes to don the Pop-Tarts (tour sponsor) garb for some incognito pre-show fan visits.

We're just sayin'.

But Lewis' actions seem a perfect metaphor for this spotty tour. Call it well-intentioned corniness.

What more can you expect from the season that brought hapless Haley Scarnato (the one with the legs) and silly Sanjaya Malakar (the one with no talent) their 15 minutes of painful-to-us fame?

As with all of the "Idol" tours, this sixth edition isn't quite awful enough to warrant a rancorous shredding. But it still plays mostly like a cut-rate high school talent show.

Minimal production values - the circular video screen behind the stage framed by aluminum looks like a garage-sale castoff - and a band dressed more appropriately for volunteer garbagepickup day lend an unprofessional air.

And, even though the thousands of kids in this audience of just less than 10,000 likely won't complain, the show, which runs about 2½ hours, including a 30-minute intermission, feels long, an interminable parade of minimal personality and moderately performed cover songs.

While a D.C. stop was close enough for Chesapeake native Chris Richardson to have a built-in fan base - and he did elicit squeals with every wave of his buff arms - the palpitations thumped loudest for the beat-boxing Lewis.

Along with Richardson, Lewis, Scarnato and Malakar, the concert features winner Jordin Sparks - who makes a brief appearance in the opening number, "Let's Get It Started" - as well as Chris Sligh, Phil Stacey, Gina Glocksen, LaKisha Jones and the singer who should have won if this were a show based solely on talent, Melinda Doolittle.

Here's a quick rundown of highlights and lowlights from Sunday's performance.

Most Improved Idol: While Sligh's sweet tenor - and decent guitar skills - and Glocksen's Pat Benatar-ish grit were pleasant attractions, it was the chrome-domed Stacey who surprisingly wowed. As he confidently strutted up and down the stage's side ramps, he belted "Blaze of Glory" so ferociously, you might believe he drew first blood.

Best Performance (Obviously): Melinda or LaKisha? LaKisha or Melinda? And why do we feel so comfortable calling these two by their first names? Melinda's striking "Proud Mary" was marred by the arrival of - ew, ew, ew alert - a pelvis-thrusting Malakar, so she later brought down the house with "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman." But was it better than LaKisha's hair-raising, note-perfect rendition of "I Will Always Love You"? You be the judge.

Idea That Sounded Better on Paper: In a bid to convince "Idol" haters that some of these kids possess a modicum of musical talent, the guys formed the Idol Men band - Richardson on drums (serviceable), Sligh on bass (he's obviously been playing awhile), Lewis on guitar (gets the job done), Stacey on keys (no threat to Billy Joel but fine) and Malakar on . . . tambourine.

A cute move, yes. But grating versions of Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy" and the inevitable karaoke singalong "Hey Jude" were cringe-inducing.

A Cool Idea Worn Thin: Hey, did you know that Lewis beat-boxes? Gosh, who would ever know, considering he starts popping and zippitybippitybadaschurfur-ing every time his foot touches the stage? Of course he's this season's novelty - and, truth be told, he's terrific at his talent.

But after slithering through "Time of the Season," doing that bendy ankle thing that is his only dance move and dismantling Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" once more, that was really enough on the mouth-maneuvering front.

Apparently, someone thought otherwise.

After the intermission, Richardson - in a pink T-shirt reading "Geek in the Pink," a nod to the song from Mechanicsville's Jason Mraz - joined best bud Lewis for some anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better beat-boxing trade-offs. Though the first minute of watching Richardson hold his own was amusing, by the 12th hour the shtick fizzled.

And Let's Not Forget: Winner Sparks, her effervescent glow infectious and her speech peppered with more "you guys" than heard in the parking lot at a Yankees game, brought the drama and passion to "I Who Have Nothing."

Though she doesn't have the lung capacity of Doolittle or Jones, she's still a bundle of raw talent. It's not her fault that "Idol" burnout is starting to set in.


source: inrich.com

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OldSchool80s:
Love the review and the awesome girl who posted it!!!

Jessica:

--- Quote from: OldSchool80s on September 16, 2007, 02:31:42 am ---Love the review and the awesome girl who posted it!!!

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MelindaRules1987:
Now here is someone who has great taste in music and singers.  :)

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