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Welcome to the 5/21/12 America’s Got Talent LIVE blog. Howie Mandel, Sharon Osbourne, and Howard Stern will be all over it in New York searching for America’s next big talent.
[We here at Nobody’s View have a soft spot for America’s Got Talent. Why? Well, contestants on the show are our kind of folks. Just regular people like you and me who get to live their dream. Getting their moment in the sun. People doing what they feel they were born to do. Hard to argue with that! And, judging by the thousands of you who join me here each season, well, I think you agree! Welcome to the LIVE Nobody’s View America’s Got Talent 2012 blog.]
Okay, the opening. A reminder that Howard Stern is a successful DJ, clips of acts we’ve both seen and not seen. and lots of noise. Just another mid-May Monday, right?
Luckily, my cable seems to be working this time. Although, to NBC’s credit, they show was a pleasure on the On Demand feature. Very few commercials. Thanks, NBC!
Anyway, enough of that.
Nick Cannon was on a tall building. Stern was on the radio, b-roll of people on train platforms, walking across the street, and sitting in traffic. Pretty standard NYC opening.
Next? In come Howie Mandel, Sharon Osbourne, and Stern. I need some kind of hand gesture to be known for. Howard points. Howie does that eyebrow swipe, and Sharon does that heart thing with her fingers. What should I do? I’ll think about that.
The first group? Acrobatic trampoline basketball slam dunkers. Their name? The Flyte Cru. Yes, that’s how it’s spelled (I think. It’s hard to watch and type). My hometown basketball team does something like this. I like it. Good thing, because they’re going to Vegas on the Sharon/Howard express.
Next up? Max the aerial guy. This guy should be with Cirque du Soleil. He’ll get to see them in Vegas.
The New York Irish Dance Company did their thing. It was pretty cool. We’ll see them again.
Jason Cordero (is that your name? I looked you up on Google…it is.) wants to be a professional pianist. He was incredible. Incredible. I love these acts. Kid’s a pro, no doubt. Can’t wait to see him in Vegas.
That was a good segment. But you know what that means. It means that for all those “Yeses” we’re inevitably heading for…
Back from break. Backstage shot. Heartwarming story. 7-year-old Mir Money getting ready with Nick Cannon. His favorite rapper is “myself.” Amen, Mir Money. Amen to that. If he wins, he wants to take care of his family. Double amen, Mir Money.
He got an early “X” from Howard Stern and then one from Sharon Osbourne. Luckily he got water from Cannon. Then some comments. Then some tears. Then a hug from Stern. In the end, Howard voted “yes,” but Sharon and Howie voted no because they felt the playing field has to be even. Stern seemed to agree with that reasoning.
Mir, listen up. Just keep doing what you love. Not all “rejection” is “rejection.” Sometimes it’s just the next step. Or, in your case, the first step. It’s motivation. It’s a test of passion. Seven isn’t too young to learn that. For that matter, neither is 37. Or 97.
And as for Stern? Thanks for breaking persona, going on stage for Mir, and then admitting to America that you want to be “fair.” You just took a huge leap for the fans.
And, maybe, for Mir.
Another ad for “Colorado” during the break. I wanna go to Colorado. My agent is there. The Big Burn is there. Eagles are there. I have a lot to go there for!
Alright, Stern pulled it together and now we’re going to see a dog act. That made Sharon happy. Olate Dogs and their act…kind of interesting. Sometimes kind of amazing, I have to admit! The conga line got Sharon on her feet. Then, the jump rope sent her over the edge. She may never recover. How many hours of training do you think that takes? Howie said it was the best animal act he’s ever seen. I agree, although, Parrot Jungle in Florida was pretty cool. On to Vegas. Oh, and nice touch with Huey Lewis and “Happy To Be Stuck With You.”
That should get me through the break. That, and Olate Dogs.
Aaaaaaand, we’re back. A guy with a shirt that says, “They Call Me Nasty” said he has a unique talent. Uh oh. His name is Horse. His talent is hanging from rings and getting kicked in the crotch, putting a brick on his crotch and having it smashed. And, generally, hurting his crotch. Now, he says he has two girls at home. How is that possible? (And yes, I made that joke before the panel said anything…ha!) This guy is…well…unique. And Cannon got the opportunity to kick Horse in the groin a few times. That alone was probably worth being host of the show.
How’d you like to be the guy going to Vegas who gets to smash Horse in the groin? How’s that for a claim to fame?
Is that an audition that popped Orville?
Somethin’ prolly popped.
Next! Howard Stern said he wants a band. Remember Poplyfe? Loved them. Still waiting for that concert tour.
Anyway, what came up next was a montage of the Anti-Poplyfes. That’s too bad.
But then, an interesting band came up next. They call their music an experience. They call themselves a band. They call themselves a family. Their name is Wordspit, the Illest! Interesting. Concept. Different. A blend of sound that seems like it might have a very wide appeal. The judges loved it, including the “math teacher.” Confusion fusion. Fusion in Vegas.
On to the commercials that pay for those Vegas tickets!
So, that break brought us a half-naked woman in a towel drinking espresso, an ad for a movie coming out on DVD that I didn’t even care about when it was in the theaters, and some show about people in a jungle competing for love or something…ah, it’s good to have commercials.
I actually heard about a country where they have a time set aside for commercials. As in, you can just sort of tune in and watch them at a specified time. Is that true, or is it an urban legend? Who knows? I just wish it was true.
Anyway, a guy in a white suit asking people if they’re excited. He does yoga. He does Pilates. He loves to perform. Our kinda guy around here. Burton Crane is a rapper. “The Grandfather of Rap,” says he. I’m not big into rap, but I have to say, as far as 77-year-old rappers go, he’s the best I’ve ever heard. “Whatcha gonna do?”
If you didn’t see Burton Crane turn the room around and establish “Whatcha gonna do?” as a thing, then you need to see it. You’ll sing along. You won’t necessarily want to, but you will.
Whatcha gonna do? Go to Vegas.
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