04.14.09
Flawless. Absolutely Flawless.
Now I’m not normally a huge fan of the red-top tabloid fodder that is Britain’s Got Talent (will we HAVE to endure Amanda Holden on the front page of every such paper for the next two months?), but this weekend’s opener held within its midst an absolutely blinding act.
Not exactly new to the stage, Flawless have been together for over four years and have performed at a huge range of events from Sadlers Wells to Bloomsbury West End Theatre and for companies as diverse as Nike and Haringey Council. To let them introduce themselves from their MySpace page:
Based in North London, with a combination of influence and inspiration from Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, James Brown, Bobby Brown, The Electric Boogaloos, Usher and many more bring us ‘Flawless’ to who we are today [sic].
And boy can they dance. I’ve never seen anything like it. Think Into the Hoods, meets Save the Last Dance meets Step Up and you’re probably still only halfway there. They are a supremely talented bunch of young guys, and I deeply hope that ITV’s merciless talent show manages to provide a platform to catapult them to the super-stardom that they clearly deserve. As their own little mantra states:
‘Chase the dream, not the competition.’
Cute.
If these guys don’t have their own sell-out show by this time next year, I’ll eat my hat. Or some such more suitable street equivalent. And judging by Simon Cowell’s rather overly pious commendation following their act, he’s already signed them:
I’ve always believed that we, in this country, have talent. And where we are in the world right now – it’s a horrible, tough time, particularly for young people right now. But you’re an example of a group of people, who are obviously great friends… and the example that you’ve just shown, which is that with a focus, with commitment, with a confidence, but with hard work – you can achieve something. This is one of the best things I’ve ever seen in my life.
As Ant said at the time: now that’s a compliment.
The Sunday Times Magazine showcases champion cheerleaders
How I love it when the national UK press features cheerleading – believe me, it is a rare occurrence.
This weekend, my eye was caught by a double page photo spread no less in the Spectrum section of The Sunday Times Magazine, featuring the image above. Albeit that the image is not exactly recent – Ladefoged’s shot was originally taken for a New York Times feature on the Kentucky athletes in September of 2005- but it does showcase the colourful, fun vibrancy of the sport and, of course, the immense athletic prowess required to perfect the partner stunt (for cheer ignorami amongst you, the image above features 5 simultaneous partner stunts in mid-flight).
Interesting facts were included in the ST Mag caption too:
Members of the University of Kentucky team practise their high-flying routine before the national cheerleading championships. Although 97% of competitors are female, the physical demands of stunts mean that men are often recruited. Surprisingly, cheerleading began as an all-male pursuit, with the first females participating in the 1920s. The University of Kentucky team is seen as the best in the US, having won the championships 14 times in the past 17 years.
For those who aren’t regular readers of the ST Magazine, Spectrum is a section dedicated to the week’s news photographic highlights – so I was pretty proud to see the US Nationals (from April 5) selected to feature as one.
Go Wildcats!
Giles Coren wages war on the British squirrel population
As a well-established fan of Mr. Coren’s writings for some time, I was not disappointed in the least by his Saturday musings in The Times this weekend. On this occasion, his dry wit was aimed – with a freshly sharpened barb – at the small grey vermin now prevelant throughout most suburban gardens in the UK.
This particular piece hit home given that Coren’s words could well have been those of my father who shares with ardent passion his deep set hatred of the grey matter infiltrating his own green sanctum down in Surrey.
But whether or not you can sympathise with Coren’s rantings, they are well worth a read for pure amusement alone. He has a very natural way of presenting the smallest of anecdotes with innate humour – OK, so it’s only squirrels eating tulips, but have a read and I challenge you not to be giggling by the end.
04.05.09
A little nostalgia for the Brighton Tsunami Wavettes class of 2005
I really have no idea what prompted me to post this today. I suppose recently I have been thinking about a return to the world of cheer performance, given how much I miss it, but mostly I just enjoy looking back at what was without a doubt the Best Year Ever.
Rather than ramble on endlessly about why, I wanted to bring back into circulation our unofficial song from that year, which quite frankly sums up all the best bits of the season. For guidance, it’s to be sung to the tune of Don McLean’s American Pie (in honour of Wavettes founder Kristina Hultman) – the short version, not the 5 hour one, though granted we probably could have found enough material to fill the long one too.
Anyway, as we bottled out of singing it at the 2005 Awards Dinner, here it is in it’s entirety. Enjoy – we certainly did…
The Greatest Year of Our Lives
A long, long time ago, we can still remember
How it felt to be the winning side.
The Stags and Kent were washed away
The yards were gained, the plays were made
A season full of promise, started well.
Then someone had the bright idea
Of bringing girls along to cheer,
But with this ‘good luck’ token
Their winning streak got broken.
But on they fought and on they played
Against Bullets, Stingers, Wolves and Blades.
They fought and lost, but still got laid
And so, the cheeries stayed..My, My, Brighton Tsunami guys
Never weaken when they’re beaten and will always aim high
Win or lose we all still have a good time
And it’s been the greatest year of our lives
It’s been the greatest year of our livesDid you learn the sacred ways
Of peaks and troughs in that book of plays
Cos Coach Chris told you so?
Or were you out all night again
At the Honey with Ali, Nick and Ben?
(Where they go to dance together real slow)
Cos Wednesday Nights are why we’re here
Forget the game, embrace the beer
The game is what we cheer for
But it’s the socials that we live for… and
Though the President is drunk by ten
And the Social Sec is late again
And there are fights and tears every now and then
Still, the cheeries stayBecause we know that: My, My, Brighton Tsunami guys
Never weaken when they’re beaten and will always aim high
Win or lose we all still have a good time
And it’s been the greatest year of our lives
It’s been the greatest year of our lives.For the Warwick game we were up at 3
On the coach for hours, stopping just to pee,
Hawaiian was the game-day theme.
From the sideline we all cheered our best
But Warwick put us to the test
And soon, it looked like another defeat..
But as those Wolves were looking down
Potter waved his wand around
Tsunami took the lead
But the Wolves caught up with speed..
To the Superbowl we fled with glee
Where the boys all drank until they couldn’t see
And though the girls wound up in A&E
Still, the cheeries stayed.And so we sing it: My, My, Brighton Tsunami guys
Never weaken when they’re beaten and will always aim high
Win or lose we all still have a good time
And it’s been the greatest year of our lives
It’s been the greatest year of our livesRemember, now the season’s done
With battles lost but Little Victories won
You’re still the best team in the league.
It’s not about the final score,
Who won and lost on that field of war,
It’s all about the spirit of the team.
But there’s rumour of a cheerie curse:
That girls in skirts just make things worse;
That player interaction
Is just one big distraction..But jinx and curses cast away
We know you’ll win the league someday
Tsunami can go all the way
That’s why we cheeries stay.And we’re still singing: My, My, Brighton Tsunami guys
Never weaken when they’re beaten and will always aim high
Win or lose we all still have a good time
And it’s been the greatest year of our lives -
It’s been the greatest year of our lives.
04.04.09
Keira causes a stir for domestic violence charity
Since The Duchness, Ms. Knightley seems to have been fairly distant from our screens. But rest assured, soon we will be seeing a lote more of her – even in the breaks.
Her latest commercial, a far cry from the sultry glamour of her Chanel shoot, is for the charity Women’s Aid, helping sufferers of domestic violence overcome their victimisation in the home. Naturally, as with the Think! road safety campaigns, the subject matter is fairly graphic, so the subsequent controversy is inevitable, but the result is a powerful message that, along with an A-list celebrity attachment, should rouse considerable press for what is surely a thoroughly worthwhile campaign.
Click here or on the screenshot below to view the ad in full.
A Generation X reading of Dangerous Liaisons
In Helen Constantine’s introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of Laclos‘ most notorious and celebrated work, she touches on the aristocratic social pressures felt by Valmonte and Merteuil that prevent them from succombing to any ‘real’ emotion throughout the entirety of the novel. She summarises thus:
In that debased society love is viewed as a failing, a weakness, and something to be avoided at all costs.
Valmonte’s connection with Tourvel is the closest we get to raw emotion (for the pop culture translation, that would be the Sebastian/Annette, Ryan/Reese pairing in the Cruel Intentions adaptation), but he is forced to deny himself even that due to the restrictions imposed upon him by his upbringing and continued engagement with polite society.
In fact, this was possibly the greatest moment in the 1999 remake – the emtionally charged raw battle between Sebastian and Annette in her bedroom when he tears himself away, all the while belying his true feeling for her by the fact he can hardly stand the deception any longer.
What did this remind me of? A couple of weeks ago I picked out a few of Coupland’s glossary definitions that he used to define his era of a nihilistic void to share on this very blog. And two of these, when combined together, exactly mirror Valmonte’s struggle, providing a deeper exploration of Constantine’s statement above:
1) Derision Preemption: a life-style tactic; the refusal to go out on any sort of emotional limb so as to avoid mockery from peers
2) The Cult of Aloneness: the need for autonomy at all costs, usually at the expense of long-term relationships, often brought about by overly high expectations of others
The former, when applied to Valmonte’s eighteenth century aristocratic setting, makes perfect sense – he is physcially unable to admit any form of emotional attachment for fear of derision from his peers, largely fearing Merteuil’s reaction (which is indeed mockery combined with a healthy dose of jealousy).
Valmonte’s expendable is his relationship (or potential relationship) with Tourvel, additionally fuelled by unrealistic expectations of her heralded by his previous relations with Merteuil. For Valmonte, no one will ever match up to Merteuil (he holds her somewhat on a pedastal), and in any case, his desperate need for complete independence from any form of attachment prevents him from committing to any kind of meaningful relationship with Tourvel regardless.
So what can we draw from this parallel? Was Laclos simply miles ahead of his time in his awareness of basic human emotion? Or has it taken 200 years for the inclinations and emotional withdrawal of eighteenth century French aristocracy to filter down to mass society? Or, and this is the one that I like the most, were both writers simply finely tuned to a fundamental of human nature?
Modern pop-psychology and relationship advisers, the likes of Greg Behrendt et al, would have us believe that the non-committal emotional ‘retardedness’ that both Coupland and Laclos touch on here is almost exclusively (or at least primarily) a male outlook. But surely the Marquise de Merteuil puts forward just as strong an example as Valmonte? Coupland’s definitions were not solely ascribed to Andy – would Claire have not sympathised in the same way? In other words, the girls can be just as bad as the boys – throw in a manipulative streak and possibly even worse.
If such principles can cross centuries, cultures and oceans, permeating time and history just as fervently as the pop culture consciousness, then surely there must be something in it?
And just as an endnote – Blair and Chuck = Katheryn & Sebastian? Yes even Gossip Girl has jumped in on this particular battle of the sexes.









