I think I watched Susan's BGT bit eleven times yesterday, so I'm part of why this video went viral.
I love it because it's such an in-your-face moment, especially for that nasty bint in the audience rolling her eyes behind far, far too much eyeliner. Here you go, you little bitch, open your ears.
It's the quality of the performance that kills me. People who've studied voice sometimes are good technicians but they haven't gotten the trick of putting real, genuine emotion into their performances. Susan is a damn fine technician...her breathing is spot-on, it's all from the diaphragm she comfortably has four or five octaves but what's important is that without Celine Dion-like hystrionics one is convinced that Susan's lived that song. She chose the perfect song, she owned that song and a producer of Les Mes in London admitted she was better than Patti fuckin' LuPone. It's now Susan's song and that's just genius.
Simon Cowell (hiss boo) has already signed her to his label, competition be damned. I think he's smart enough to understand that Beyonce-ing her would be bad; it's the contrast that works best and is interesting. I imagine she spent a fair amount of time singing to her Mum and her cat. I expect they'll smarten her up a bit but glamourizing her doesn't seem to me to be the best idea.
I haven't cried that hard and often since President Obama was elected. It's the song, the way she lives that song and makes one understand she's lived that song and that soaring, angelic voice coming out only as much as needed, no showing-off necessary. Brilliant.
I will own her first CD even if I have to send you a cheque and postage. Her voice is so delicious I could eat it with a spoon and without sauce. ;)
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Date: 2009-04-16 12:45 pm (UTC)I love it because it's such an in-your-face moment, especially for that nasty bint in the audience rolling her eyes behind far, far too much eyeliner. Here you go, you little bitch, open your ears.
It's the quality of the performance that kills me. People who've studied voice sometimes are good technicians but they haven't gotten the trick of putting real, genuine emotion into their performances. Susan is a damn fine technician...her breathing is spot-on, it's all from the diaphragm she comfortably has four or five octaves but what's important is that without Celine Dion-like hystrionics one is convinced that Susan's lived that song. She chose the perfect song, she owned that song and a producer of Les Mes in London admitted she was better than Patti fuckin' LuPone. It's now Susan's song and that's just genius.
Simon Cowell (hiss boo) has already signed her to his label, competition be damned. I think he's smart enough to understand that Beyonce-ing her would be bad; it's the contrast that works best and is interesting. I imagine she spent a fair amount of time singing to her Mum and her cat. I expect they'll smarten her up a bit but glamourizing her doesn't seem to me to be the best idea.
I haven't cried that hard and often since President Obama was elected. It's the song, the way she lives that song and makes one understand she's lived that song and that soaring, angelic voice coming out only as much as needed, no showing-off necessary. Brilliant.
I will own her first CD even if I have to send you a cheque and postage. Her voice is so delicious I could eat it with a spoon and without sauce. ;)