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America’s Got Talent Season 6 Episode 8 is here, bringing us back to New York City. That’s right…AGT in NYC!
Also back? The usual crew: Sharon Osbourne, Howie Mandel, Piers Morgan, and Nick Cannon. They’ll sort through the talent and “talent” for us.
Let’s get started.
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(The usual disclosure: As you know, we are a site devoted to opinion, inspiration, civility, and tolerance. So, why this weekly ritual with AGT? Well, first, it’s our guilty pleasure [life can’t always be so serious], and second, it fits right into one of our pillars: inspiration. America’s Got Talent features folks who are going for it in a very real sense. They are living their dream, come what may [the big red “X”?]. Doesn’t matter who you are, what you look like, or where you come from. On stage, you’re all equal under the lights. That’s pretty great to me.)
I love the previous week’s recap at the beginning of the show. Just raises the new week’s bar a little higher.
Cue the shot of the Statue of Liberty, the “LOVE” sculpture, the Empire State Building, and a sweeping camera shot of Nick Cannon on top of something tall.
Alright, let’s get to the talent, okay?
A 26-year married couple, Rajiv Khan and his wife (aka: Rak and Tak) gave us an interesting rendition of Heart’s “Alone.” Rak and Tak have dreams of moving from doctoring to singing. I’m not sure that’s in the cards…I don’t think they’ll trade the stethoscope for the microphone any time soon. Three “No-s” later, it was back to the medical office.
I still think “Alone” is a decent tune. That won’t change. Hopefully.
The next group was a trick motorcycle duo. The set-up was pretty involved. The judges didn’t seem too enthusiastic about the impending danger. Nevertheless, the Smage Bros. Riding Show gave us their brand of crazy-dangerous stunts. Their assistant, whom they clearly don’t pay enough, got on the floor as motorcycles almost carved him up. But it was worth it, as they moved on to Vegas.
The Sally Gould Dancers got through with their pink and blue dance blur. Dylan Andre rode Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” to Vegas. Shemika Charles performed a limbo that was so low, it’s Las Vegas low.
Can we combine these great acts somehow? The Smage Brothers jump motorcycles over Shemika Charles and Dylan Andre and they jump up and celebrate the fact they didn’t get smashed by shouting “Hallelujah!”
Now THAT’S Vegas, baby.
Ed Cole, a 75-year-old retiree bared (almost) all to Macho Man. That was pretty much his act — machoness.
Leonid the Magnificent, who has been here before, was back. He said he gave up on his dream of show biz once, but he couldn’t stay away anymore. So now he’s back after a four year hiatus. Piers was agitated. The show was on. His combo of…singing?…and quick change magic was a hit with 99.9% of the audience. Guess who the .1 was? If you said Piers, you are right. And I am happy. And so is Leonid the Magnificent, as he will be quick changin’ in Vegas.
I can’t wait to see Piers there, too.
Welcome back to a New York montage.
Next up was Rachel Zamstein of Connecticut. Her dream is to sing. She used music to overcome a life of drugs and depression. Awesome. “There’s always something to live for,” she said. “And it’s music.” Well said, Rachel Zamstein. And well done. Her voice was soulful and interesting. And, she writes her own songs. Yes. Although, my “yes” doesn’t count. Luckily, Piers’ and Sharon’s do, and Zamstein is moving on.
Change a life. Sometimes it’s the right thing to do.
During the break, a family member called to tell me about a particularly great sunset. I have to say, it was pretty nice. Pink and blue with sunrays galore through the clouds. I vote “YES!”
Back in the Big Apple, Nick Cannon was interacting with the contestants. Sandy Kane the Naked Cowgirl really interacted with him. Unfortunately they won’t be interacting in Las Vegas.
Things got a bit stranger with Maya Sinstress vs. the Zombie Apocalypse, and then Satori Circus. Actually, the latter was sort of interesting. Narcissister was probably the biggest surprise in the bunch. I don’t quite know how to describe it — a flurry of faces, masks, and handstands.
But descriptions don’t really matter. Narcissister is moving on.
A very (very very) energetic act, Sam B, was up next. His dream is to be a “star.” Is it Hammer Time all over again? I have to say this for Mr. Sam B — his energy was contagious. The audience went crazy. Sharon called him “barking mad.” He even has his own signature move. Vegas? Hammer Time!
Hear me now, world and take a lesson from Sam B, the guy who says he took the “i” from “Sam”– never stop pursuing your dream. Never, never, never.
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