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Invitation(more) »rank: 282020by: Moonwater
: :It's 1 a.m. on a Saturday night in late June. The heat inside the overcrowded confines of Atlanta's The Point hands over everyone's shoulder like a half-drunk, heavy breathing, companion. Red velvet upholstered amps and speaker cabinets seem to melt into the stage as the bright room lights dim and a solitary red light washes down from directly overhead. Four thin figures climb onto stage and begin tapping microphones, strapping on guitars...their movements slow and dreamlike as though paddling through wine. The singer moves to his mic and in a hushed, breathy voice begins: Out of your closet and onto your front ... |
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Frowns Are Bad(more) »rank: 282020: :It's 1 a.m. on a Saturday night in late June. The heat inside the overcrowded confines of Atlanta's The Point hands over everyone's shoulder like a half-drunk, heavy breathing, companion. Red velvet upholstered amps and speaker cabinets seem to melt into the stage as the bright room lights dim and a solitary red light washes down from directly overhead. Four thin figures climb onto stage and begin tapping microphones, strapping on guitars...their movements slow and dreamlike as though paddling through wine. The singer moves to his mic and in a hushed, breathy voice begins: Out of your closet and onto your front ... |
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Chill Out! [Compilation](more) »rank: 367440: :It's 1 a.m. on a Saturday night in late June. The heat inside the overcrowded confines of Atlanta's The Point hands over everyone's shoulder like a half-drunk, heavy breathing, companion. Red velvet upholstered amps and speaker cabinets seem to melt into the stage as the bright room lights dim and a solitary red light washes down from directly overhead. Four thin figures climb onto stage and begin tapping microphones, strapping on guitars...their movements slow and dreamlike as though paddling through wine. The singer moves to his mic and in a hushed, breathy voice begins: Out of your closet and onto your front ... |
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Invitation(more) »rank: 367440by: Moonwater
: :It's 1 a.m. on a Saturday night in late June. The heat inside the overcrowded confines of Atlanta's The Point hands over everyone's shoulder like a half-drunk, heavy breathing, companion. Red velvet upholstered amps and speaker cabinets seem to melt into the stage as the bright room lights dim and a solitary red light washes down from directly overhead. Four thin figures climb onto stage and begin tapping microphones, strapping on guitars...their movements slow and dreamlike as though paddling through wine. The singer moves to his mic and in a hushed, breathy voice begins: Out of your closet and onto your front ... |




Marie opens the show with an outdoor rendition of "We Need a Little Christmas" and then moves into the studio where Kirk Cameron arrives on a snowmobile (fresh from rescuing a trio of blonde snow bunnies) to read "The First Christmas Story." Lee Greenwood performs "Christmas to Christmas" and later a duet with Marie. "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" is sung by Sally Struthers and daughter with help from the Osmond Boys--six stepping stones ages 4 to 12 who have the senior Osmonds' moves down pat. The adorable award, though, goes to Marie's 5-year-old son, Steven, who performs a rockin' version of "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town" (clapping on the off-beat nearly the whole song).
Marie has a good, strong voice, but many of the songs are overproduced and melodramatic. This, most likely, is a product of the big, pouffy '80s (her hair and outfits are also bigger-than-life) rather than a reflection of her talents. The closing number, "O Holy Night," sung by Marie alone, is quite lovely. --Dana Van Nest