Having only realised it was on just a few hours previously, something unusual came over me and I vowed to give the Brit awards broadcast my full attention. Conscious that I’ve given my age away by using the word “broadcast” in my opening sentence, I don’t mean that I planned to sit there and scowl about how much better things were in years gone by, but I intended to hold back on initial reactions and see what happened.
My resolve was tested in the opening number performed by Mabel who I now know to be the daughter of Neneh Cherry. It was an impressive showpiece where the vocals suffered, let us generously assume, due to the physical demands of the routine.
This brings me on to Lewis Capaldi. I’ve only seen him once or twice before on TV, and on each occasion I’ve wondered about his level of inebriation. Undoubtably a good songwriter but I fear for his future. I do genuinely hope someone is looking after him. He made two trips to the podium with lager in one hand but unfortunately also with a microphone in the other. The first speech was entirely audio muted and so we were left to wonder at the level of wisdom he was imparting. Audio muting was not deemed essential for his second award speech but surely this was a mistake. I know just enough about popular culture to spot that two references to love island were perhaps two too many under the current circumstances.
I feel that I should keep my own counsel regarding Harry Styles. His performance was cute enough but his banter with Jack Whitehall certainly lacked personality and spontaneity. At this point in the evening, I was wondering if I could coninue to hold my resolution to the end of the show. And then on came Lizzo who lifted the energy and injected somemuch needed fun into the proceedings. My inner critic was caught off guard. A genuine showbusiness performer with real character and personality. Things were looking up.
A lot has been said about the performance of someone called “Dave” who has certainly got it in for our Boris and “The Man” in general. A very beautiful projection on the piano accompanied his rant but he doesn’t seem to have a good word to say about life in general does he? I confess that I had to look him up this morning to check who he was. Turns out his brother is inside for murder which I guess explains some of the song references. That said, there is something to admire about his passion in a very old school rock n roll attitude. I wish him well.
Billie Eilish was up next. I’d heard of her due to the Bond thing. She certainly seems to have some organisational support behind her but again I hope she’s being looked after properly. The highs and lows of fame were there for all to see last night between her faultless performance but emotional acceptance speech. In the 70’s Rod Stewart and co did not have to exist in a world of instant criticism and reaction that today’s performers suffer by. Recent events show how dangerous this can be. Rod of course closed the show with a sense of fun and professionalism that many present would do well to think about factoring in just a little.
A couple of acts to go before Rod’s finale including a performance by Celeste who sang “Strange” which for me was the song a of the night. I believe I saw her a few weeks back on Graham Norton. Really impressed with this lady.
The penultimate act was of course Stormzy. I’m just about tuned in enough to realise that this guy was the star of the show. An awful lot of logistics and rehearsing went into this medley that must had had a couple of hundred or so singers and dancers coming and going. It was a very impressive routine. This guy does have some star quality about him but also seems pleasingly grounded too.
All in all was glad I gave my inner cynic the evening off as I quite enjoyed the show. There was a bit of an age gap between most of the performers and Rod and Ronnie which probably needs filling if the show is to be truly representative of British music. Surely there are artists between the ages of say 30 and 50 who are not being represented?