Okay, I’m a few days late on this, but we left town early New Year’s Day and I didn’t have time to post until now.
It ended up being a quiet evening at home with just the Younger Daughter and me. We watched several episodes of the X-Files on DVD and had some snacks (since we didn’t eat nearly enough on Thanksgiving and Christmas) as we waited for the big moment.
We tuned into Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve with Ryan Seacrest. I have enjoyed the show every since I can remember. However, it’s starting to get on my nerves for a couple of reasons.
Ok, let me get this out of the way first. A quick shout out to Dick Clark: enough is enough. Please, please, please fade into the sunset. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of his. I have enjoyed almost all of his ventures throughout the years: American Bandstand, the $100,000 Pyramid, TV Bloopers and Practical Jokes, etc. He is a truly legendary host.
I was very moved when he came back that first year. I admired his strength and courage in working and fighting to make it back on the show just over a year after his stroke. However, it’s now just sad to see what sounds and looks like death on a stick each year.
I realize that it is likely very frustrating to him. I think that he is all there mentally, but he is trapped in a broken body. But please pass the baton to Ryan Seacrest once and for all and leave us with the memories of that young, vibrant 74-year-old that hosted the show for New Year’s 2004.
Next up: Kelli Pickler. She was the reporter on the street mingling and talking with the crowd. What the heck is up with this chick? I have heard some of her music and can take it or leave it. This was the first time I had seen her outside of a musical setting. Holy cow, this girl needs a sedative. I’ve never seen anyone so constantly bubbly in my life. I really believe that if she cut herself, she would bleed syrup and honey.
The music was okay…nothing spectacular. Taylor Swift put on a pretty good performance and even bared her arms in the 1-degree windchill weather. The Pussycat Dolls…I think they sang…but mostly provided some very nice eye candy. Lionel Richie…hmmm…maybe another one that should fade into the sunset. He performed an unimpressive medley of his 80s hits. Again, I would rather have remembered what I heard and saw back then. It was at least tolerable. Then there was the Jonas Brothers. My ears are just now recovering from the ear-piercing scream of the Younger Daughter when they were announced. ‘Nuff said.
Happy New Year!