She was on the late show with Carson Daly and she sang a song with her backup dancers.
Such a very tiny women. Frighteningly small, almost like an doll with this huge mouthful of teeth and perfectly toned body and 5 inch heels. She had on some odd techno trash ensemble and her male dancers were dressed in brightly neo-Devo plastic jumpsuits and the ladies were in pink tutus. Her singing was full of energy but was otherwise unremarkable and had this weird and slightly creepy edge to it as the stage lighting did not show her stretched tight 34 year old face at it’s best advantage. The stage choreography was about as sophisticated as a high school production while she sang some repetitive, mind numbing blargh that was her latest “super hit”.
Why is she a superstar? Although she is Australian I blame the Europeans for this. The finger of blame must rest where she is most revered and the land of the euro is that place. I would try to pin it on Coldfire individually, but he keeps moving… always moving.
So what’s the deal? women still have to be 5’10" to sing and be recognized?
Bullcrap…I am 5’3" and proud of my short stature (sp) and I enjoy her music regardless of her size. She brings me fun to dance around my house and screw, you.
I am 34.
so “screw” you… my 34 year old face stands up to many damn 25 year olds…I despise you at the moment.
Short and old, I am. I may have picked on the most stupidest shit you have ever posted but GEEZUS, you took apart the woman in the wrong f*cking way.
I am petite, 34 and look great for my age, so screw you astro, you done pissed me off.
Being short doesn’t make her a singer of questionable talent. In 2002 small people sit at the front of the bus and are allowed to be bad singers, and I don’t think the EEOC gets many cases regarding women complaining about height discrimination so get off your height enhancing soapbox. I was remarking on how amazingly waif like she appeared. She’s a very pretty women… at a distance, but she’s so tiny it was like watching a doll perform. At 5’3" you are not all that tiny, so get over your fabulously toned, non-botoxed 34 year old with just a hint of an incipient wattle you don’t need to worry about yet self. You would be a lumbering giant next to the diminutive Ms. Minoque. I’m sorry if my impression of her stage presence being impacted by her amazingly diminutive stature offends you. but that was my honest initial impression. ie “My God she’s tiny… and a bad singer too!”
You crack me up, techiegirl. I’m 5’5" and will be 34 on November 9th. I think it’s cool as Hell that she’s my age, a shorty like me, and a superstar. I think she’s cute, but haven’t seen a close-up of her face - if it looks tightly-stretched, I wonder whether she had plastic surgery. To me, that look is worse than wrinkles.
34 ain’t nuthin’ but a numbah. I feel 16 inside and sometimes look it - got carded for my husband’s cigarettes a few weeks ago. Biggety-bam!
I would but the Irish are so hardened to assuming blame and guilt for a variety of things as part of their lot that pinning responsibility for Kylie Minogue on them would have no impact on them… in fact they would probably welcome the musical taste j’accuse as a relief from weightier concerns.
No… the searching finger of Kylie blame must swing elsewhere back to the continent…searching for the highest concentrations of eurotrash clubbers… always searching.
In all seriousness, astro, Kylie’s success derives from England. Having been in Aussie soap Neighbours, in the 80s she moved to London for a pop career. She was originally produced by London’s Stock, Aitken and Waterman, and produced singles for an English independent record label in the '90s, and latterly (I presume) for one of the big labels in the naughties. She currently resides in London. My brother met her a few years ago in Tottenham Court road.
Really… how distressing. I always thought the English had relatively good taste in music and art to make up for the bad food and mis-behaving royalty. So here the finger of blame must rest centered on the royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, this earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, this demi-Eden, this semi-Paradise, England, bound in with a triumphant sea, whose rocky shores beat back the envious seige of watery Neptune!
I’ve got nothing against Kylie, but I was creeped out by her interview on VH1’s Sexiest Artist Countdown (ok, sometimes I’m home sick and there’s nothing else to watch) when she talked about ex-boyfriend Michael Hutchence in the present tense. I was lying there thinking, “You do remember he’s dead, right?”