2014’s turkeys: Kim’s bum, Garth’s grovel and Miley’s ball
THERE were many moments to forget in 2014 and many memorable moments also.
The following is a brief synopsis of the events, songs, people and trends which drove me mad with apoplectic rage and caused me to shrug wearily at the TV in equal measure in 2014.
Happy song fad
The Happy Song was fun when it first came out with its click your fingers, sing along catchiness. The happiness didn’t last. As growing numbers of businesses, communities etc got into the ‘ happy’ spirit posting their ‘wacky’ versions of the song on Facebook, Youtube, wherever would take it, the fun quickly started to grate and you started to think it was a good thing that Pharrell Williams lost out to the singer from Frozen at the Oscars or we’d still be hearing the tune around every corner.
The heart warming tale of Elsa and Anna and the colourful cast of this decade’s stand out Disney hit Frozen were fun until the violence over the Frozen merchandise broke out. Some 14 odd months since its release Frozen is still the talk of the town. My daughter’s stirring version of Let it Go excepted, the music, the film, well it’s all starting to leave me cold.
The virus that was Miley Cirus’s song Wrecking Ball led to many symptoms from making one cringe and wretch to causing one to look away in horror as if having pruriently witnessed a spurious home made video. The pint-sized gyrating entertainer from Texas twerked her way into the dictionary and scarred her way into the public’s consciousness with her new cartoonish, grown up persona. She’s now gotten into burlesque. Good luck to her!
That Break the Internet image. That husband, That Tv show. The nothingness of it all. Not to come across all curmudgeonly, but how is Kim Kardashian and her posterior that revelant. The Bound2 video was a gross out, squirm fest by all accounts. The Tv show a choreographed study in the obscene, with some unselfconscious grotesque added into the mix. The ‘Break the Internet’ bum photo pretty much summed the lot up.
The high cheek bones, the chiselled features, the annoyingly catchy pop songs. Yes, I can only be talking about Taylor Swift. A huge success in America, she brought her faux attitude pop to Ireland and her upcoming concert, presaged by some annoyingly cutesy and insincere radio ad soundbites, has me fearing the inevitable Irish invasion in 2015. Hopefully she pulls a Garth Brooks.
Garth Brooks’ tendency towards exaggeration and bombast made for some humorous headlines after he pulled out of his Croke Park gigs this year. Who can forget the way the country almost ground to a halt when he announced he was unwilling to perform a few shows because some of his fans would be disappointed. Then we had the government coming under pressure to do something, and then, as a coup de grace, there was the ridiculous by himself vow to swim to Ireland and beg the government or whoever to put on more dates, despite the fact that none of the neighbouring residents of Croke Park could stand his music. Here was a classic example of a nation which got carried away with an erstwhile music star clashing with an erstwhile music star who got carried away with himself and it was hilarious and embarrassing in equal measures.
ALS Ice Bucket Challenge
The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge was great for raising money to research Motor Neuron Disease. But then we had the gun-to-the-head obligation to do it. I got three buckets of water thrown over me and it was great fun for my executioners. I was called upon to do the deed while on a stag and it was fun, but like any fad it was great when it was over!
U2 were once a great band. They made great music. Then Bono started talking. This year’s album release via Apple was a gimmick. It immediately made you think, this album is going to be a flop. You could kind of see where they were coming from being modern and all. Radiohead did it with their pay what you like gimmick; others have tried to make themselves relevant to the modern, ‘we want everything for free’ generation of online revellers. Then U2, fronted by none other than Bono again, did this cringe worthy Tv apology, which was so half hearted you got the impression they were having a laugh at everyone, which once again confirmed the fall from grace of Ireland’s greatest band.
Stuck in a moment of his own making: Bono pleads for clemency, few care.