Snap Out of It!

Any of you watched The Judds on OWN?  It's a reality series that was taped during their Last Encore Tour this past Fall.  Being on the fringe of the entertainment business I've always been interested in the behind-the-scenes goings on of a major music tour, and so I set the TiVO to record it.

I should have known that being on the Oprah network it wasn't just going to be about a big time music tour, but instead was going to spend an awful lot of time on "relationships".  There was some of the tour stuff in the show, but most of the time it has dealt with the two neurotics who make up The Judds.  The first three hours have consisted largely of one or the other crying about how screwed up they are and how this tour is supposed to bring them together and heal their relationship.  They even have a "life coach" traveling with them and holding regular meetings to discuss whatever "issues" come up.  Their speech is peppered with new age counseling terminology that frankly makes it hard to watch.

In the third episode Naomi, the 65-year old mother half of the duo, is all verklempt about bad things that happened in her childhood and how her mother never told her she loved her.  It was all tears and misery...geez.

My wife has a Mary Englebreit picture in her office that these two could really use:

While Naomi was teary and miserable talking about all this stuff I just wanted to reach through the TV, grab her by the ears, and say something like this:

Look around you, woman! You're sitting on a million dollar tour bus, one of three on this tour. You're sitting outside an arena that in a few hours will have somewhere between 10 and 20 thousand people who have paid a lot of money just to hear you sing. For more than two hours they'll give you nothing but love and money. You're wealthy, famous, and went from nothing to the very top of your profession. Every day your million dollar bus will pass thousands of people with real problems who would give anything they've got to live your life. And here you sit moaning and whining about stuff that happened 50 or 60 years ago. SNAP OUT OF IT!

I'd make a lousy therapist. Most of the sessions would end with me screaming "SNAP OUT OF IT!".