I must wholeheartedly disagree, however, with the comment judge Amanda Holden made in the first clip about this guy being a lump of coal about to turn into a diamond. I think this guy has proven that he is the diamond among a pile of cubic zirconia.
Even though I have watched American Idol and other talent competition shows that have proliferated over the past few years, I have become ever more disenchanted with them, mainly because they tend to lampoon people like Paul Potts rather than extol their talents. Any more it seems the American talent competitions have become as much about making fun of and embarrassing people as they are about finding talent.
With so much to be depressed about in this world it’s uplifting to see an ordinary guy, an Everyman, not only get his shot at greatness, but actually reach out and grab it! That is why in my original post I called this guy a Samwise Gamgee, because he, like Sam, was an ordinary man with an ordinary life who just happened one day to take a walk down a different road… and that has made all the difference. Congratulations Paul Potts. I look forward to purchasing your debut CD.
It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.
I saw this on Brit Hume last night and was blown away. We live in such a cynical, media driven, Paris Hilton pop culture world that we seem to have forgotten the simple elegance and passion of the Samwise Gamgee’s of the world; the Everyman. Watch and listen… and see the passion in this man’s eyes and hear the power in his voice. And pay special attention to the crowd. That is the reaction of ordinary people to a frumpy man with bad teeth as he restores their belief that somewhere within us all resides this quiet nobility, a trait so often overlooked or dismissed by those who believe themselves to be our betters. This is his one moment, his time, and he seizes that moment for himself, and for us all, with such unassuming, humble grace that, win or lose, you could almost hear this guy going back home and saying “Well, I’m back.”
UPDATE: It seems that this underdog has made it to the finals. This truly warms my heart.
I suspect that knowledge of the existence of a comedy magazine/group called National Lampoon is a generational thing, and I am of the generation that was buying the rag. More often I bought their comedy albums, it was my aural period, in those years reading took too much effort, to tell the truth.
the magazine quickly grew in popularity during the 1970s, when it regularly skewered pop culture, the counterculture and politics with recklessness and gleeful bad taste.
An example of the bad taste is the song from their off-broadway production, Lemmings which included one song that would not be permitted today. In fact, it has been stricken from the recordings of that shows soundtrack. A commenter to the Amazon site linked above says;
But VERY DISAPPOINTINGLY omitted from this CD is the Joan Baez spoof PULL THE TRIGGERS _IGGERS(“Pull the triggers, _iggers- we’re with you all the way… right across the bay…”). As offensive and politcally uncorrect as the song is in its brevity, it’s hysterically funny- and I’m bewildered why National Lampoon would edit the song out of this revue. Anyone know why?
Yes, “Trampyre”, they took it out because this nation no longer finds anything funny in the use of that word. Sure, in some circles it is still permitted language, but only in the crude parts of society, not in polite company, and especially not on terrestrial radio. Now they spell it differently, and claim that it has a different definition if spoken by a certain clique too. And, besides, who among us would find it ironic to have a white peace activist sing as though she were a black militant? Not me. It really wasn’t ever funny, though I am sure that I laughed uncomfortably back then, just shocking. And, as Don Imus can attest, shock as a form of entertainment (and revelation about where we are as people) is no longer protected by the first amendment.
I wonder if this spoof would make it today?
The caption says, “If Ted Kennedy drove a Volkwagon he’d be President today”.
Anyway, the next time you hear Joe Biden ask how many shock jocks we had in this country in the seventies you can answer that he has asked the wrong question. The question is, how many shock jocks were we training in the seventies?
Of course, the answer is unimportant really, for we all know that it isn’t what is said, it is who it is said about. So, we know that the VW ad would be in trouble, it mocks one of the untouchables.
Our friend Sue “the instigator” was at it again this weekend, snapping this photo with her cell phone while on a trip to her local grocery store. Yes this is a real product, in a large chain grocery store. I can’t vouch for the taste of the sauce or how exactly it’s made (and I’m not sure if this would fit into Rick’s “Americana Photo” category), but the picture sure does have flavor!
Apparently someone over at Rolling Stone never got the memo: they ARE the establishment now. And the lessons they taught are gathering no moss with the new counter-culture.
If you haven’t seen it yet, Hot Air has a little Jeff Foxworthy you should see. And if you like Jeff’s comedy, be warned: he’s dead serious.
(The Freepers have a transcript if you can’t watch.)
Does anyone remember the film Lost Tomb of Jesus made by director James Cameron that came out a few months back? Well, there’s some news about the claims made in that film:
Several prominent scholars who were interviewed in a bitterly contested documentary that suggests that Jesus and his family members were buried in a nondescript ancient Jerusalem burial cave have now revised their conclusions, including the statistician who claimed that the odds were 600:1 in favor of the tomb being the family burial cave of Jesus of Nazareth, a new study on the fallout from the popular documentary shows.Really! “Revised their conclusions” did they?
“Personally, I’m skeptical that this is the tomb of Jesus and I made this point very clear to the filmmakers,” Gibson is quoted as saying.They need “more evidence” before they can say that the Talpiot tomb “might be” the tomb of Jesus? Seems like Mr. Cameron and the prominent scholars he used in the movie (et al) are having an Emily Litella moment.
“We need much more evidence before we can say that the Talpiot tomb might be the family tomb of Jesus,” he added.
In the film, renowned epigrapher Prof. Frank Moore Cross, professor emeritus of Hebrew and oriental languages at Harvard University, is seen reading one of the ossuaries and stating that he has “no real doubt” that it reads “Jesus son of Joseph.” But according to Pfann, Cross said in an e-mail that he was skeptical about the film’s claims, not because of a misreading of the ossuary, but because of the ubiquity of Biblical names in that period in Jerusalem.
“It has been reckoned that 25 percent of feminine names in this period were Maria/Miriam, etc. – that is, variants of ‘Mary.’ So the cited statistics are unpersuasive. You know the saying: lies, damned lies, and statistics,” Cross is quoted as saying.
Que Emily: “So the tomb in this movie was of someone named Jesus and his wife Mary, and their son… but there were hundreds, maybe even thousands of men named Jesus back then, and 1/4 of all the women at the time were named some variation of Mary? So the claims of this being THE Jesus’ tomb are dubious at best?! Oh, that’s quite different… Never mind.”
No need to wonder if news of these revisions will make it into the ODM (Old Dead Media). We are all too familiar with the script by now… fake, but accurate! They’ll publish the fake and ignore the accurate.
This weekend brings the NFL Conference Championship games, wherein the winner of each conference is promoted to the Superbowl. One of those matches pits the Chicago Bears against the New Orleans Saints. Yesterday Laura mentioned that Illinois Senator Barack Obama and New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin would be sharing a booth at the game. So I imagined a wager between the two politicians, Chicago is known for its deep dish pizza, thus Obama bets a (flash-in-the) pan pizza, and Nagin bets a box of chocolates.
I’m a daily reader of NewsBusters.org. Today’s content includes a link to a video of Dennis Miller. Please check it out. Favorite quotes:
“14:57, 14:58, 14:59.”
“When Saddam Hussein arrived in hell last week…”
“…death must look like a promotion to him as he fires up his yak-powered dialysis machine…”
“Let’s give that money and our support to the best troops on the planet so they can go and flatten the enemy.”
Well, isn’t this interesting. It seems that Mama Nancy’s San Francisco is not the progressive, tolerant, peace-loving town everyone claims.
As Rapagnani tells it, his 19-year-old daughter was hosting a New Year’s Eve party at the family’s Richmond District home for the Baker’s Dozen, who were in town as part of a West Coast tour.Someone should clue these San Franciscans into the fact that Yale is an Ivy League pillar of east coast liberalism (That means they’re on your side!) and you really shouldn’t be beating up on your allies!
The 16 singers showed up late to the party wearing preppy sport jackets and ties, and launched into “The Star-Spangled Banner.”
A couple of uninvited guests started mocking them, and allegedly the words “faggot” and “homo” were tossed — and so were a couple of punches.
I’m kinda surprised that I even found out about this incident. Usually stories like this only make it into the Lame-stream Media if there is some cause or link that can be made to Bush or the republicans. Maybe the person who booked the tour for the group had a friend who knew someone who once dated a republican. Yea… that’s enough! IT’S BUSH’ FAULT!!!
Lily Munster died this week. Of course I mean the actress, Yvonne De Carlo who played that role died. Though, for my generation, the distinction is a mute point, she will always be Herman Munster’s wife, Lily, to us. I respectfully hope that she doesn’t mind the association. And, my sympathies to her family and friends.
I normally wouldn’t make mention of her passing here, but, the circumstances of my hearing that she died seem too funny not to share. And, given that she must have had a sense of humor, I hope she gets the internet up there and gets a chuckle too.
So here goes. It was a regular enough radio news cast; Bush to speak, Democrats to denounce Bush, Democrats not waiting until the speech to denounce Bush, rinse and repeat. And then, just before the weather guy’s turn, the man reading the wire gives us the story that De Carlo has died. He finished the story by saying, “Miss De Carlo was 84 degrees”. He did not acknowledge his oops, and I got a big laugh. He obviously had the weather in his mind and switched ‘years old’ to “degrees”.But, then I started thinking, what if he wasn’t wrong. If she was 84º three strong possibilites came to mind:
1) Given that the human body is normally maintaining a temperature near 98.6º, a temperature of 84º would explain her demise.
2) If her temperature was 84º, then she was cooling off rapidly. Though I am at a loss to understand why anyone was keeping track of such a thing.
3) And, lastly, it occurred to me, that if she was 84º, and if that was not an aberation; then her role of Lily the Vampiress may have been a case of type casting.
Godspeed, with a smile, Miss De Carlo.
I am as big an Ohio State fan as there is on this planet (after all, I was born on Campus!) and this saddens me as much as when Woody left us. Those two men understood.
My sympathies and condolences to the Schembechler’s and the entire University of Michigan family. He was a great man and will be missed.
But I really can’t help but have a rye smile, thinking that Woody just wanted some familiar company for the game.