I waited nearly a week from hearing about this to actually clicking on the link.
I did not think it was due to the performance being anything less than amazing. It was.
I was more concerned with my own perception of the current meme in popular entertainment and how it would effect my viewing of it.
(Yes, it was all about me, and that in an of itself in embarassing to type. Bloody introspection.)
I grew up with the likes of Pete Townshend before the age of music video. Pete with his funny hair, monstrous nose and plain British face. Then he picks up
the guitar and you are ripped apart by a rock hurricane that makes a Maxell commerical look like a light breeze. So while intellectually I do not equate good
looks with talent, a small part of my emotional response still makes the frankly grotesque connection between pretty-good/ugly-bad.
That small part yammered and gibbered as she took that stage; and while the song was from Les Miserables, I was thinking of another Victor Hugo story.
Shallow, mean-spirited, judgemental; it might have been a small part, but it was not a part I was paritcularly proud of.
I was with Simon Cowell (May the Owls get him -
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Owls/) I was expecting
something extraordinary; good or bad - mostly bad.)
I was expecting a train-wreck - a combination of mediocore voice and skill.
The train wreck was imminent, and then Superman flew in and fucking saved the day!
Awesome.