Ten Worst Saturday Night Live Performances
Lana Del Rey's certainly got people talking! Her deer-on-Quaaludes performance this past Saturday has her up nominated for "Worst Saturday Night Live Performance." No less an authority than all-star rock critic NBC's Brian Williams declared her incompetence. Someone get Oprah's take on things! Because Juliette Lewis should not be throwing stones!
But having watched it myself, I found it enjoyably terrible. A bit slow, perhaps, and ill-at-ease, but as long as they spell your name right, who cares, right kid?
SNL has a long history of delivering subpar performances of all kinds. Sometimes it makes me think they deliberately send a mutilated or delayed mix into the monitors just to throw the performers off and to create controversy. But I'm just being paranoid. Chance are, everyone's bad performances are their own fault. Too much partying and not enough practice!
Just for the heck of it, what do you say we look at some other underwhelming performances, which, for the record, I mostly love?
10) Sinead O'Connor: OK, musically, it wasn't a bad performance of Bob Marley's "War." A capella, no less! But ripping up the picture of the Pope and announcing "Fight The Real Enemy" derailed her career in a serious way. Of course, with all the child molestation scandals rocking the Catholic Church in past years, she now seems rather prescient. Maybe we owe her an apology?
9) Meat Loaf: If you listen to Meat's performance of "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad," you'll swear someone is messing with the entire band. Meat can't hit the high notes and doesn't even try, but far more alarming is how the band sound like a warped record. Now, they're clearly playing live, but they manage to simulate the sound of someone putting their thumb on a turntable while the record plays. Or maybe it sounds like a cassette tape stretched and warped beyond recognition. Digital technology is nowhere near as fun as the old stuff.
8) Eddie Money: Sure, smoking gives your voice that rasp. But not if you tear the filters off and smoke the entire pack right before you go onstage. Then the voice of experience becomes the voice of death warmed over. If you ever wanted to hear the reaper sing "Baby Hold On To Me," just grab a copy of Eddie Money's performance on SNL back in 1977. If you think subpar performances on SNL are a new invention, just roll the videotape. Or whatever it is you people do these days.