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Vegas act

This afternoon, while cleaning the living room, I turned on PBS, and there (after The Lion in the House, which I missed) was an hourlong special, a Vegas show, “Sarah Brightman: Live.” Until today I’d never heard of Sarah Brightman, but the people at her concert were sure entertained. Apparently she is, according to the copy on her Official Website, a tantalizing mix of vixen and jailbait:

Is it the levitating quality of her sparkling, childlike voice? Or the unexpectedly robust turn it takes as she bursts into a soaring soprano? Is it the simple, schoolgirlish mannerisms she imparts off-stage? Or the imposing, larger-than-life diva persona she exudes on-stage?

What is it about Sarah that entrances us so? Remarkably enough, even her die-hard fans have trouble pinpointing the elusive, yet undeniable, appeal of Sarah Brightman. All agree, however, that the uncommon juxtaposition of waif-like vulnerability and worldly sophistication, in both voice and manner, casts an irresistible allure.

The copy goes on to say she is “the pre-eminent queen of the classical crossover world.” The chagrin I feel for not having known about the classical crossover world until now is lessened however, by my memory of the concert I watched, which was great pageantry: she had no fewer than seven costume changes; she sang arias, and she sang “Dust in the Wind” (conventional) and she sang “It’s a Wonderful World” (techno beat); she flew in the air, spinning circles and swinging back and forth; she was shrouded in red lights, gold lights, white lights; dancers surrounded her and rose petals fell from the rafters. It was grandiloquent, and best of all, it was topped, like candy sprinkles on a chocolate-dipped cone, with a beautifully absurd number, the kind only a Vegas crowd could love, of the order Elvis making his entrance to “Thus Spake Zarathustra.” The refrain should say it all: “Win or lose, / it’s a matter of honor!” Oh! How they cheered!

Could anything like that be taken seriously anywhere outside of Vegas?



apparently in your livingroom… and the livingrooms of most foxnews watchers… not that there’s anything vegas about foxnews nor mr. o’reilly

well, my living room goes without saying, since I believe everything that comes out of the gray box is sacred.