We watched Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve again--of course--and while it's a treat to see ol' Dick each year, it's a shame he remains incognito the rest of the year. Perhaps it's time to accept the fact that Dick is never going to get full use of his speech. However, he's fine in his new limited role, and the sight of him still reassures us.
After the ball dropped, he even engaged in some witty banter with Ryan Seacrest and, to my delight, pulled out of the holster his quintessential Quasi-Fake Laugh. When I saw that exchange, with Dick jokingly telling Ryan he wanted to see him suffer outdoors in the cod, it really felt like DC was back. This was the first year since the stroke that these two had the chance to show real--even if fleeting--chemistry, and the hint of mentor-student in there was touching. Even if it's all phony and December 31 is the only day of the year Ryan talks to Dick, well, it's still nice to see them together on TV. Maybe this arrangement is gonna become a tradition in its own right.
The problem with the telecast is the reliance on teen-friendly acts to carry the musical load. Hannah Montana and Friends were bad enough, but the rest of the roster was equally uninspiring. Plain White T's, Akon, Fergie--at the risk of seeming like an old-timer, these acts mean nothing to me. At least Carrie Underwood is a major mainstream star. But overall the music stunk. At least we have Auld Lang Syne to fall back on. That old chestnut still hasn't been played as often as "Hey There, Delilah."
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