I always seem to forget that Carson Daly is on this show. Every time. Every single time. We run through the opening credits and it’s all “Hello, judges! Hello, talent!” and then BAM, Carson Daly is there and it’s like taking a football to the face. (Been there. Done that. Nursed the concussion.) Daly's understated presence is a nice counter to the occasionally over-the-top personalities of our judges. He is a calming force, and he clearly understands his role as host. Sometimes, when I watched The X-Factor, I thought Steve Jones was confused. "Host," Mr. Jones, does not always equal "star."
Sometimes it does, sure, but not when you’re on the same show as Simon Cowell.
But that’s not to say that Cee Lo alone is the star of The Voice. That’s not accurate at all. Cee Lo just happens to be my favorite. He has a cat. Does anybody know the cat’s name? I keep calling it Mr. Bigglesworth because I lack imagination. Help a girl out?
Cee Lo is my favorite, but everyone has their moments. Week in and week out, I can‘t help but marvel at the civility that permeates The Voice, from the contestants to the judges. This week, the judges get the gold star. Ultimately, they are the ones who set the tone for the auditions, and will continue to set the tone as the more competitive aspect of The Voice comes to the surface. Maybe, at that time, the friendly ribbing will give way to the cattiness I come to expect on these talent shows, but for now, I’m just going to roll around in all of this delightful chemistry.
The Blake and Christina Show never really gets old. They’re like two siblings bickering over the toy at the bottom of the cereal box whenever they have to woo the same contestant. Adam is so serious, I think he beams up to some sort of mothership at the end of every episode to return to his home planet. And Cee Lo is just crazy and fun. When Cee Lo learned that contestant Jamie Lono makes his living in a Chicago sandwich shop, he said, “We should hook up, man. I eat sandwiches,” to win him over. That seems like sound logic to me.
Other highlights from Monday’s blind auditions:
– Street musician Naia Kete gave a delightful rendition of “The Lazy Song.” I dig her style, thus missing the entire point of this show.
– Sharon Mathai was awesome. I just wish the shoo-in contestant wasn’t always saved for the very last performance of the night. It’s a little anticlimactic.
– Cee Lo and Christina duked it out over Jonathas Ojeda’s silky smooth voice. He ultimately picked Christina, saying, “I was in, like, fifth grade when ‘Genie in a Bottle’ came out,” effectively giving The Voice a perfect record when it comes to making me feel older than dirt.
– Charlotte Sometimes? She has a recording contract already! So, it was no surprise when all four judges swiveled their chairs during her rendition of “Apologize,” but it just made me squint at the TV with a bit of distrust. Her 2008 debut album has been living on my iPod since, oh, probably 2008. I’m not saying that she’s not a capable addition to Blake Shelton’s team, I’m just saying I saw her at the Van’s Warped Tour a few years ago, fell asleep on a hill during her set, and got one of the worst sunburns of my life. And she already has a moderately successful music career. (Her second album came out last year. That one does not live on my iPod.)
Did anybody else rock your socks this week?