Allow me to recover from a massive disappointment. A tremendous earthquake rattling my insides, the cracks splitting ‘hope’ from ‘reality.’
You see, people, yesterday somebody made a decision to have the numb, soulless, limp puppet “performers” who call themselves the Black Eyed Peas play during the Superbowl halftime. The band who has less flavor than a soggy cardboard box. The band with less heart, less creativity and less authenticity than a twinkie.
The spot when most of America is watching, when America is looking to the Godly Superbowl for suggestions on who to cheer, what to buy, which commercials to love and What Band To Adore.
Whomever made that decision to have BEP play thought that we, as Americans, would like that. They thought that’s what we adore, who we listen to. They thought that their painfully embarrassing idea of “music” was what we would gobble up.
I think that decision maker should be fired. Immediately.
I think the BEP should be banned from America.
And, here are, off the top of my head, 5 performers (trust me, this could have been an endless list) that would have been better than BEP. Artists that America would have easily digested, would have been impressed by, who knows, even TOUCHED by. Artists that finally would make America *FEEL* something.
Fitz & The Tantrums
Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings
And, here’s Lyrics Born to ease my pain with “Bad Dreams” – which is what that “entertainment” should have been. Just a bad, bad dream.