That the social elevator will be broken, but the one that takes you from low to high culture is working at full capacity; confirmed it OT opening its ninth gala with , the camp anthem that became popular last year thanks to sporting events. Well, it wasn’t funny to see the testosteronic players of the national team singing that “Like a wild filly that doesn’t lose consciousness in the waves, I don’t want reins or horseshoes and at the tributes I wear a dress.” when the phenomenon began, and there it is now filling rooms and sharing a group performance with the contestants of Operation Triumph.
Glory came to Aaiún via popular festivals. Before he hit the charts, he reigned in the playlists of the orchestras, that ecosystem with its own star systemin which everything from hyper-professional groups with Broadway-style costumes and millionaire caches coexist, to duos that always receive names like Esplendor or Reflejos and are usually two first cousins with an accordion and a Casio PT1. There cannot be more pure and genuine art. Never miss the festivals, the pilgrimages, the Prao festivals. Wild filly was even in the soup, it was a Slowlyand Aserejea Macarenaand Little birds over here, little birds over there. Although the omnipresence of Rosalía’s songs is now shocking, the normal thing has always been that from time to time an artist makes his way through the dials and into the neighbors’ yards. This week, the 13 languages used in Lux They are the work and grace of Duolingo, the tongues of fire of Pentecost made into an app. In the end, the little bird was Bjork, but also the . Today I woke up to a message from him saying that he misses me: “I just wanted to see if you were there,” he wrote to me. Sometimes an app pays more attention to you than you situationshiplove in modern life.
The nice, greenish night owl could have also written to me “I don’t know if you’ve forgotten about me, probably”, the song she performed last night. She looked as if she knew that she was no longer going to sing as a contestant. It sounded like a farewell and not too triumphant. It was impossible not to remember the epic The cat in the rain that Naiara scored in the last edition. And now I pause to remember that its composer did not have sixteen Oscar nominations like Diane Warren, but he wrote “if we ever see each other around, buy me a coffee and make love to me.” Eternal glory to him. And I ask for another impasse to wonder where Naiara is and reflect on how little the order of exit from the Academy really matters.
Guille Toledano got into a fight with the falsettos of Mick Hucknall, the redhead from Simple Red, in , a complicated situation that he resolved, although given his popularity outside the Academy and the fact that it was Lucía’s umpteenth nomination, the expulsion was quite predictable. When the percentages were finally revealed, ; At least he was able to live the experience of the record signing in which the contestants have captured their signature on a cushion and several boobs, but who goes around with a pen and paper anymore. There was a stain on the happy event. An assistant approached Guillo Rist and .
I am always surprised by those who go to places to rebuke the staff, like those people who one day get up and decide that they are going to go shout insults at Isabel Pantoja or Shakira or Zaplana at the entrance to a court. Ask for a day of your own business to go away; You have to have an empty life. When it is much more practical to compose a song for them, as Sabrina Carpenter did in , a settling of accounts between the singer and her ex, actor Barry Keoghan, played by Olivia and Cristina. Chenoa took advantage of the pisuerguismo to drive a wedge about the maturity of men, as if it were very mature to settle intimate issues on MTV. I don’t know how people continue to have relationships with song writers when they know that at the minimum they are going to put you off a donkey and also with a first and last name. One thing about now, we have been wondering for more than fifty years who are the “so vain” that Carly Simon sang to.
Guillo Rist emerged quite gracefully from the rudeness of the idle person who came to reproach him and also from the interpretation of Pilgrim by Carlos Ares, during which he showed off his voice and acting. At least for the general public, the jury considered that he should be nominated, even though they emphasized that he was the contestant who worked the hardest. It seems that, like Shylock of The merchant of VeniceIn addition to skin, they want a pound of meat. They were more lenient with Crespo, who continues for another week with Jess Glynne’s, another of those songs that became popular thanks to TikTok. I’m starting to think that Crespo has tied up the jury. Don’t rule it out, the magical thing is very accessible. This week I found an advertisement from a shaman from Malaga in my mailbox; Let it not be said that witchcraft has no geographical mobility, that it offered me seven-knot Candomblé voodoo and Yoruba Santeria to guarantee me love, health or money; Since all three things are good for me, I have written down the number on a cushion.
They were not so merciful to Téyou, who dealt with Super empty by Vic Mirallas, composer and professor at the Academy. Chenoa, with the shoulder pads of an evil eighties soap opera who in the morning launches a hostile takeover bid and in the afternoon seduces a hunk with silver temples, felt the vibes of a jazz club and I felt the B-side of Presuntos Implicados, and that is not necessarily a positive thing. Téyou was accused of not banging on the table, but not even Barbra Streisand would have excelled with that material. This week they proposed her for the nomination because they believe “that she is going to be good.” They needed to say, “Whoever loves you well will make you cry” or “It’s not you, it’s me.” Claudia Arenas, who played Emilia Menes, was also not spared from the nomination, and she believes in herself more and more, although the jury does not support her in the sentiment.
Cristina was chosen favorite. “The clearest project”, according to Abraham Mateo. In other words, the most salable, because there are never enough post-adolescents singing about heartbreak. The fact that it was not nameable saved her despite over braking more than once. His partner Olivia was not as lucky. Tinho also won, because look, it’s difficult to compete in lungs and enthusiasm with Benson Boone. Leire Martínez, who like the entire jury lives possessed by the good cop syndrome, stated that she was speaking to her in “mother mode” and Tinho replied that a mother “who is very good for her age.” One of those tricky phrases, like “you’re so pretty, you don’t look like yourself.” Flattery that ruins your day.
Guillo, Téyou, Olivia and Claudia were the four nominees and could easily have been the four finalists. The teachers saved Olivia and the classmates saved Claudia, which leaves Téyou and Guillo at the mercy of the viewers, two names that appeared in all the pools as final winners and two good friends within the program. Maybe that’s why they didn’t seem too affected, or because life at the Academy doesn’t seem to exude emotion, or because they think that the exit is not the end, just the beginning, of what? is the question. Maybe from a career like that of Ana Mena, who this week returned as a guest star on a show that was too dazzled with itself. He repeats guest artists, resorts week after week to visits from former contestants and now even to songs from his teachers. It is difficult to decipher whether the program’s apparent disinterest in surprising viewers is caused by them already writing off the edition or whether it is going so well that they believe it is not worth putting in any more effort.
Of course, it does not seem that the negative comments on the networks influence them, unlike TVE, which the “listening process” offered by the networks has helped it realize that, its new contest of celebrities doing things, could not last until two in the morning because people have to rest, even the idlers who get out of bed just to rebuke Isabel Pantoja.
