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The Judds |
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"Reunion Live - 12/31/99 Phoenix" |
| Label: |
Curb Mercury
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| Reviewed by: |
Joe Hartlaub |
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It all seems like a bad memory, now, but it was only seven months ago or so
that there was some concern that when the clock struck midnight on January 1,
2000, the Y2K bug would bite, meaning that the computers were all going to
say "see ya" and we would all be sitting around campfires gnawing on
barbecued doggies or something. Apparently, the Judds, that's Wynonna, Naomi,
and sister/daughter Ashley weren't worried about this, because they had
themselves a reunion concert in Phoenix that night and taped it. And if this
double CD of the concert is any indication, even if Y2K had happened, this
concert would have been the bigger disaster of the two.
I knew there was trouble when I looked at the times on the songs. 7:50 for
"Love Can Build a Bridge"? Uh oh. I don't think that means extended guitar
solos or piano jams. No, instead we get diarrhea of the mouth from the ladies
Judd, who in all their years of showbiz apparently haven't mastered the art
of stage patter. Or if they did, they have forgotten it. This problem
permeates both CDs. Even when they begin to hit the mark (an unfortunately
rare occurrence here) on songs like "Why Not Me" or "Mama He's Crazy" someone
has to chirrup about what a good time they're havin' and the big Mo is
stopped before it barely gets started. Maybe they thought they were in Vegas
or something. And of course they're talking about their various outfits all
of the time, which means absolutely nothing to those of us, listening to this
trainwreck in our living rooms like Jose Feliciano, having no idea what is
going on. Maybe they should have shipped this with a video.
The sound here leaves a lot to be desired, too. The fireworks that go off at
midnight during "Auld Lang Syne" make the CD sound as if it's defective,
instead of sounding like fireworks. No dynamics here, no nothin'. Two CDs,
over 100 minutes of inane chatter interspersed with music. You'll swear it
takes three days to listen to. It's like being trapped in the lounge at a
Comfort Inn in Tridelphia, Ohio listening to a cover band that insists, by
God, that you're gonna sing along. "Why Not Me"? Maybe Kris Kristofferson's
"Why Me, Lord" would be more appropriate. Two stars here, not for the music,
but for the unintentional laughs.
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