Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Wow, is all I really need to say.

Justin Bieber is neat, boyishly perfect, with a sweet-sounding young voice, a Michael J falsetto, that tenderly croons, and belts out --

"My first love broke my heart for the first time,
And I was like
Baby, baby, baby ohhh
Like baby, baby, baby noo
Like baby, baby, baby ohh
I thought you'd always be mine mine."

I suspect that we'll be hearing from him, AND hearing about him for years and years.

It's a show business fairytale -- the story of a Disney-discovered boy, a persevering, energetic kid who started with a perfect debut song, "On Time," then a first album going platinum, then "new artist of the year" award, then seven songs on Billboard's Hot chart, then a hit song "Baby" in his recent, first studio release.

The fact is, the luck of HIS LUCK intrigues me. Aside from the education I have gotten from watching American Idol, and America's Got Talent, and seeing how the hopefuls are groomed and guided, I know from my life, (as a dancer, as a writer), "good luck" is a big part of making it.

A long time ago, I saw, in a musical that bombed, a wonderful singer -- thrilling, wonderful voice, "soul" in her every move. I even wrote her a letter. And now, I can't remember her name. Her next show, and the next one, just didn't work. And, in dance (my field), I've seen three -- two male dancers, one female, who had the crackle, that extra flash, a centeredness that compels your eye to watch as you feel their movement in your own muscles. I know their names, but you don't -- all three are teachers now.

So what about Justin B? Is it luck? Or is it his talent as a singer? Or is it the fact that the people who are handling his career are experienced, knowledgeable, and watching over what songs he sings, and what he wears, yes ... and that wonderful hair -- how it's combed and arranged?

We'll more than likely be seeing photographs of him -- great outfits, hysterical fans, weeping, girlfriends, groupies, whispers, scandals, million-dollar car, yacht, house purchases, lawsuits -- all the glamor- clamor that comes with pop/rock/new/hot/ talent.

Hey, Justin, "Baby oh, baby no" is catchy. Your singing performances draw me in, and I enjoy listening to you.

I've never been especially lucky, yet ... well ... if making it is a fancy car -- I don't have the car, boat, fans. So, what is the IT of making it? All I can report on is the fact that I'm privileged -- it's very special, a privilege to be able to do the work of my work.

Anyhow, welcome to the top of the world, the Kingdom of Celebrity, and here's a bit of Em motherly, artistic advice -- I say, don't count on luck -- just be sure; you are doing the work of your work.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice post Emily...