Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

ME - Hubby what should we watch on TV this evening?
HUBBY- I don't know...Didn't you want to go see Miley Cyrus appearance at the Raleigh Hotel in South Beach?
ME - Is that tonight??? Forgot to stalk the event manager to get us in. So much to keep up with.
HUBBY- How about we go off the deep and and watch the "Christmas in Rockefeller Center" extravaganza?
ME - Can I bitch about it endlessly?
HUBBY- You may.
ME - Sold.

Got our white wine spritzers ready and parked our derrieres on the couch. Besides,  Miley was gonna exhibit the usual 5 pound of tongue, and probably sport a protuberant camel-toe ( by the way if you check it on line that is exactly what she did...).

I must admit I almost felt the Christmas Spirit taking residence in our household for the night. Just like it happened to the Grinch, my heart slightly increased its capacity and for a few minutes I wasn't so petulant anymore.
Until Mariah Carey appeared on stage as monumental as the Prometheus sculpture in the Lower Plaza.
First of all, the celebrated singer was supposed to tape her appearance the day before. The producers of the program did learn their lesson and got around Carey's tardiness by putting her whole show together the day before to prerecord it. Audience included. A Winter Wonderland just for Mariah.
Drag your loved ones to the Rockefeller center so that they can be graced by the ever green "All I want for Christmas is You". Just that song. They can get the rest of the show the day after. Mariah is worth the hassle and the peregrination.
But the best part has yet to come.
The diva ended up being 3 hours late anyway. Allegedly she was on her bejewelled phone sorting out her divorce form her husband. Shocker.
The TV broadcast team had to release the stoical, and by that time frozen crowd with no explanation.
Unfortunately Mariah's performance had already been publicized and the producers found themselves in a pickle. Fiddle-dee-dee. Great balls of fire. By that time they were probably doing copious amounts of eggnog shots to calm their nerves. Jitter bells.
Eventually the network opted to try its luck and let the chanteuse perform live with the rest of the plebeian.
The songstress opened the show with a rendition of her "All I Want for Christmas is You" ( another shocker ) that left me quite perplexed.

What the performance really looked like.

Network's official pictures...

Majestic Mariah was not in the best vocal shape. I understand that the cold temperature and the worries of a multimillion dollar divorce may not induce a nice Christmas Classic interpretation. But splendorous Carey looked and sounded as if the only thing she really wanted to find under the Christmas tree was her voice. And she was really pleading for it. Appearing as sheeny and adorned as the upcoming tree, but not as well rehearsed.
Shit happens.
To be said I did sing Grandiose Carey's power ballads throughout the 90's. And I was not sparing any of those hands movements that she does when she is riffing on her high register. I was a sucker for her prodigious falsetto. The higher the better. But eventually she got lost in a whole lot of R&B and that was the end of my guilty pleasure. I moved on despite the fact that she is imperishable.
Good luck Mimi, don't let that bum of your husband take your dogs ( yes, they aren't fighting over the children, they are taking the field over who gets to keep the poodles ).

As per usual a very flamboyant Lady Gaga came to the rescue. Eventually I got my live Gaga fix for the day after the whole Good Morning America fiasco ( baffled? Read my previous blog...).
They sang "Winter Wonderland" and it was like watching a retired Santa Clause and one of his grown up helpers getting jazzy with a Holiday Classic.

The Dynamic Duo.

Her white frock was very "Doctor Zhivago", Cossack hat is included in the shipping. They were just as delightful and cheery as a couple of Gingerbread character cookies ( and Gaga's tan was of the same shade too ).

Cindy Lauper ended up looking "So Unusual" as usual.

Cindy Unusual Lauper

You would think it was Vivienne Westwood. Or an elf from a pantomime on crack. But at the venerable age of 61 she can afford to look the way she wants to. Girl just wanna have fun in her true colors.

I did find it facetious that Darius Rucker sang "White Christmas" though.

Darius Rucker.

The ceremony was happening under police protection in light of the controversy that arose after a grand jury declined to indict a New York, white police officer in the death of an unarmed African American during a confrontation over cigarette sales in July.
But Rucker went on anyway and performed "White Christmas," a classic written by a Jewish immigrant, Irving Berlin. The song refers to snow, not to race, in recalling a traditional Christmas scene. What a "minestrone"! ( Italian soup prepared with MANY different colored vegetables )
I do believed that the reference to the color "white" by a black singer in the painful final stages of a racially-charged controversy was objectionable but rather amusing ( a bit discourteous? ) and some even say it suggested a contempt for the feelings of other black people.
Indeed we must lighten up my bosom friends!
Hey, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so grab your candy canes and think jolly.
And above all "may all your Christmases be multiracial".

LeAnn Rimes decided to wear something conservative this year though...

Blond Ambition anybody?

She was asked to fill in for Miraculous Mariah but when Carey decided to perform live LeAnn's air time was cut short. The Texan Country singer opted for an amusing song choice :
"I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas".
A childrens classic for this season.
I don't know witch kind of Hippo she really wants for Christmas,  but dressed like that she is more likely to get a pimp or a gangster.

Idina Menzel finally took a break from Frozen and belted "Holly Jolly Christmas". Parents all around the world are particularly thankful. "Do you wanna dismantle a snowmaaaan?"
After that it was a home run.

The Rockettes closed the show parading their bleached teeth and high kicks and the voluminous pine tree ceremoniously got lit.
But nobody really cared about it.

We were too busy kicking up a fuss over Mariah SCARY and Co.

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow...

Ciao for now.