Sorry to post so unusually often, but it turns out that the Los Amigos Invisibles concert is not tonight, but next Friday. Whoopsie. Therefore, I may as well blog. By the way, don't know if you've actually followed the link to the Los Amigos Invisibles site, but I must say they make a few rather catty remarks about Chaka Khan. I mean, so much for professional courtesy and all. Although, since they spell it "Chaka kan", maybe it's someone else.
Did I just blow my chance to get invited backstage next week?
So, as noted elsewhere, Boo's singing ensemble had an audition for the Minnesota State Fair Talent Competition. My, what a scene that was! You know I'm not referring to the "Open Category" competitors - it's the "Teen" and "Pre-Teen" competitors, and, of course, their "entourages" that really give one pause. Apparently, it is de rigeur for baby boomer stage mothers these days to inflict severe scalp damage on themselves - not a one wasn't bleached to the color of a dingy legal pad, and a few had decided to perm what hadn't fallen out besides. Scah. REE. However, it does explain a lot about the competitors themselves. More particularly, their music choices and costumes. When I arrived, two sweet-looking girls were tap-dancin' away to one of Motown's finest, while wearing fringed flapper dresses. Somehow, there's a huge disconnect somewhere - Diana Ross may be ancient, but I'm fairly certain she wasn't performing at a speakeasy in the midst of Prohibition.
Sadly, it went rapidly downhill from there. Tap-dancing seemed to be the order of the day, but we also got to see a baton act to a Beatles number (poor girl dropped it three times), an utterly lifeless violin rendition of a Mozart concerto, and a blazing rendition of Orange Colored Sky by a singer who really should have sung something, anything, else. Naturally, my gaze tended to wander a bit, and I was surrounded by catty queens anyway, so we snarked about the tap costumes. Well, really - pimp caps? Torn fishnets? Cocksucker Red® lipstick? I really hoped they'd come knock out a performance to Papa Don't Preach, but sadly, it was not to be. Boo referred to them as the "Prosti-Tots" and we laughed so hard we had to leave. I thought the ensemble's audition went fine, but with competition like that, I don't know what the odds are of moving on to the next round.
Either way, I reckon I'll have to try and see the finals this year. I had no idea.