It's probably stacking the deck to submit an entry into my own contest, but I'm currently watching The Last Waltz and it features a divergence that has always stuck in my craw.
Neil Diamond.
I know the monetary reasons for his being there. Robbie Robertson, who was ostensibly scared by the "numbers" of sixteen years on the road, was likely even more scared of the numbers in his bank account. So he left The Band to become a record exec. And to produce musical vortices like Neil "I'm Neil Diamond" Diamond. I calls 'em likes I sees 'em and he's a one-man talent sink.
Don't get me wrong. I like camp more than a Boy Scout and have - on more than one occasion - challenged my fellow samurai Willis to a "Duelin' Diamonds Karaoke Showdown." But cheese this strong has no place on stage anywhere outside of the Wisconsin State Fair. And it certainly has no business performing with the likes of Muddy Waters and Bob Dylan.
Behold, if you dare. And then dry your eyes.
If that doesn't give you a hangover, then you might have a problem. Oddly enough, the cure for Neil Diamond? More Neil Diamond:
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as a fellow conneseiur of the last waltz, ive also always been staggered at the way this man exudes douchebaggery. you get the feeling that this guy thinks he could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves. also, how does van morrison's voice come out of the body of the cretinous looking rougue who plays "van morrison" in the footage? he looks like a bus driver who doesnt bother to take his cigarette out of his mouth while he shoots back his wild turkey. at 7 am. but he sounds like....well, watch the movie.
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