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Carrie Underwood
- Автор темы Dallas
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Наконец-то подоспело видео на "Just a Dream". И его стоило столько ждать. Просто отличный видеоряд, очень органично сочитающийся с песней. И Кэрри на 5 баллов справилась со своей ролью. Такие простые и одновременно потрясающию ролики ни в одном жанре кроме кантри все-таки не найти. В довесок добавлю, что это самое лучшее видео Кэрри за её 3-х летнюю карьеру и наверное один из лучших синглов.
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXUf0x1Zwj8[/MEDIA]
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXUf0x1Zwj8[/MEDIA]
Tamija
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Статья под катом 
THE GIRL IN THE FANTASTIC BUBBLE
Five years ago, Carrie Underwood was knocking at the door of American Idol. Now the world is at her feet. It’s not hard to see—or hear—why.
Carrie Underwood always sleeps with the bathroom light on in her hotel room everywhere she goes because often she wakes up in the middle of the night having no idea where she is, and no one is there to tell her. She’s been on the road since February supporting her double-platinum sophomore album, Carni*val Ride, traveling by bus almost every day, hitting the stage most nights at another big arena in another middlesize city, and is scheduled to play about 140 gigs by the end of this year.
Such is the bubble Underwood is living in—a weird, often lonely, train-whistle-in-the-distance kind of place. Try dating, for example. “It’s awkward,” she confides. “You can’t go out on a date like a normal person. There are a lot of phones involved.” She laughs. “That can be either a good thing or a bad thing because you get to know ’em before you go out with ’em, but then you only see each other maybe once a month, maybe twice. As if dating weren’t awkward enough. And I don’t know the rules…. I’m still learning!”
It’s even more awkward when rumors emerge that you’re dating people you’re not—like, say, a certain Olympic gold medalist in swimming, as happened after the Beijing Games in August. “I never met the guy!” Underwood exclaims. “I’m sure he’s lovely. I’m sure he’s a great guy. He made America proud!” She giggles. “But I never met him, I never mentioned him in an interview, I never mentioned him in that way to anybody that I know. The only conversation that ever came up was when we were watching the Olympics and somebody would be, like, ‘How about that Michael Phelps?’ And it’s, like, ‘Yeah, he’s doing great!’ That was one of those completely, totally, utterly fabricated lies that came out of nowhere. I’ve had people for the last three days texting me and calling me: ‘Do you know Michael Phelps?’ No!” She laughs again. “I swear on everything, on my job, my house, my dog.… That’s how serious I am. It’s all just a lie.
Anytime any [media source] ever says ‘a friend said,’ or ‘a close’ whatever— no, they didn’t! It’s just made up. None of my friends would say anything. Ever. About anything!”
Lately also, Underwood’s nice-girl image has tended to attract haters on blogs and in American Idol forums at Television Without Pity (where she’s referred to as “Ellie Mae, Clamp It!”), maybe because she seems almost too perfect: the churchgoing sorority girl who graduates from college magna cum laude, wins American Idol, sells millions of records, hangs out with football players and TV stars (like Gossip Girl’s Chace Crawford, with whom she broke up via text message—ouch!). It all makes her an easy target for those who want to peel back the facade to look for secret blemishes.
“All celebrities,” she jokes, “have to be involved in drama—or they’re not celebrities! There must be something wrong with ’em!” As friend and fellow Idol alum Kellie Pickler says of the controversy Underwood attracts, “She’s already proved she can sing her ass off. She can sell records. She can write. She can do it all. She’s so talented, and she’s sweet and beautiful—all in one package. For anyone to say anything bad about her—I think they’re jealous.”
That’s the bubble, too—the world as a game of telephone: Faith Hill is pissed that Carrie won that CMA award! Wynonna Judd says Carrie’s brand of country is vanilla! Carrie said Jessica Simpson is fat!
At the mere mention of Simpson’s name, Underwood begins biting her nails nervously. It’s clear she’d rather talk about anything else, but she submits, perhaps eager to set the record straight.
Why did Underwood ever say that Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo, with whom she was briefly associated, still calls her (a comment that Simpson, now dating Romo, “laughed at” and said was “definitely” not true)? “See, this is always a tricky thing,” Underwood answers. “I don’t think people realize that when you do an interview, the magazine comes out six months later. It was just something that was said in passing, and I would never mean to say anything to hurt anybody or to stir up anything, because I’m just not about drama. At all. I might be mad too,” Underwood adds, “if somebody said my boyfriend was calling some other girl. So I can definitely see where she would be coming from. But I haven’t talked to him since, like, May.”
Having “learned her lesson” about mentioning her private life at all in interviews, Underwood refuses to say whether she’s currently dating. “If I say I am or I’m not, as soon as this magazine comes out, it might be the opposite of what I tell you now. In three months, it’ll be ‘Carrie said she’s not dating anybody,’ yet last night, I was out on the town with some guy. He’s going to get mad at me. Everybody’s going to think I’m a liar. It’s just best not to go there.”
Her fantasy, Underwood says, is to meet someone who doesn’t really know who she is. “If I meet somebody, and they don’t know anything about me, that’s like, ‘Oh, you’re going to actually get to know me a little bit before you go Google me?’ ” But Underwood’s mass celebrity is almost impossible to escape at this point. The incessant rumors have led her to stop using the Internet except for e-mail. She won’t watch television shows with celebrity gossip, and she worries what her family must think about the media circus.
“I would talk to my mom,” Underwood says, “and she’d be like, ‘Now they’re saying blah, blah, blah.’ She worries more about this stuff than I do because no parent would want anybody saying bad things about their daughter. Finally, I was like, ‘Mama, I’m out. I don’t know anything, I haven’t done anything.’ So we don’t talk about any gossip anymore.”
Life in the bubble: It wasn’t always like that.
In the summer of 2004, a pretty girl in faded jeans and a pink scoop-neck top, her curly blond hair falling just past her shoulders, paced the carpeted hallway of a St. Louis hotel, wringing her hands. At 21, she’d never flown on an airplane and had traveled only once outside her home state of Oklahoma—a family road trip to neighboring Colorado. When Carrie Underwood’s name was called, she went into a hotel conference room thinking, Why am I here? I have no shot at winning this thing. Her mother, who had driven with her all night to get there, waited tensely outside. Underwood nervously introduced herself and then, unaccompanied, quietly began singing the Bonnie Raitt hit “I Can’t Make You Love Me.” Her smooth, warm voice wrapped around the wistful ballad like a blanket, and the floodgates opened as she sailed into the chorus: “’Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t/ You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t.” It was an honest, unassuming performance, and, magically, the judges did love her. Outside the door she blissfully announced, “This country girl is goin’ to Hollywood!”
Underwood went on to become American Idol’s biggest-selling champion to date, as the usually pitiless judge Simon Cowell prophesied weeks before she won the fourth season’s competition in spring 2005. There followed three Grammys, six Academy of Country Music awards, and four—and counting—Country Music Association awards. Her first album, Some Hearts, is one of the bestselling country music records in history and has been certified seven times platinum, and Carnival Ride has had three No. 1 singles and garnered the highest first-week sales for any female artist in 2007 when it was released a year ago.
Idol judge Randy Jackson remains a big fan and has enjoyed watching her progress. “Dude!” he says. “You’re just talking about an unbelievable voice. And she’s grown so much as a writer, as a performer. The records are getting more introspective. She’s really growing as a career artist, and there’s no end in sight for her.”
Cut to March 2008—four years and two albums totaling more than $9 million in sales later. Underwood is on stage at Nashville’s Grand Ole Opry, belting out Randy Travis’ “I Told You So.” As the song winds down, its writer stealthily approaches the stage from behind to surprise her. Travis has been asked to invite Underwood to be the Opry’s newest and youngest current member. “Let me think about it,” she answers with sweet sarcasm, hands bookending her face, Home Alone–style, then puts her finger to her cheek. “Yeah!” she says gleefully. Tears. Hugs. Applause.
Says Travis about Underwood’s gift, “She knows how to choose material that works for her as a singer. These songs connect with an audience on a personal level—they’re songs they can relate to, because they’ve lived through what’s being said in the song.”
That equation has worked both ways for Carrie Underwood. “It’s the Cinderella story,” she says. “You’re plucking someone out of nowheresville, wherever they may be, in some job that they probably don’t like, or going to school, or not doing anything…. People can look at that person and be like, ‘Oh my gosh, I’m a college student just like her—she’s from a small town, I’m from a small town.’ People can really relate to that.”
From farm to fame—it’s at the heart of the American Idol fantasy: Celebrities are not only just like us, they are us. As Underwood’s friend and cowriter Barry Dean puts it, “This girl went from working at a chicken restaurant or whatever she was doing in college to being one of the top female country artists of all time.” He describes how, after winning Idol, Underwood moved from rural Checotah, Oklahoma, population 3,500, to a quiet Nashville suburb, and how she would leave her name and number on the sign-up sheet for pickup games at the local tennis courts. Not yet inside the bubble! She had even gone back to Northeastern State University in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, to finish her degree in mass communications in 2006 after winning Idol.
Having grown up in “a single-stoplight town”—as she describes it in “I Ain’t in Checotah Anymore”—Underwood effortlessly conjures a provincial, Norman Rockwellian America of smalltown life and values. She started singing in church at the age of three. Dean thinks her ability to translate emotion might come from her early church singing—from investing something personal and emotional in each song. “She’s not so much an actress of song,” he says, “as she is a person who embodies a lyric and delivers it.” (He also marvels at Underwood’s “karaoke-level knowledge of songs. I’m 41 and I can bring up a song from my era, and she’ll know all the words—from every kind of genre.”)
Underwood’s father was a computer operator at a paper mill; her mother taught elementary school. “I never did without, but we weren’t rich by any means,” Underwood says. “And I was the baby. My parents were in a good financial position when I was born, so I was probably a little more spoiled than my sisters were.” (They married at 17 and 19 and now have children.)
In third grade, Underwood began landing leading roles as Mother Nature and Mrs. Claus in school plays. “That was the first time I noticed people being pleased with what was coming out of my mouth,” she says, laughing. “I went to talent shows when I was little and I sang country music. That’s what I was known in my hometown for doing.” When she was 13 or so, a local businessman spotted her in a talent show and offered to help her launch a singing career. About a year later, she landed a contract with Capitol Records and cut a few demos (current whereabouts unknown), but the deal fizzled because of a corporate change of management— the usual sad Music City story.
By the time she went off to college in Tahlequah, Underwood “was pretty much resigned to, Hey, the singing thing was done,” Dean says. But then she and her mom went to St. Louis “to take one last shot before she buries this thing.”
Source: elle.com
Five years ago, Carrie Underwood was knocking at the door of American Idol. Now the world is at her feet. It’s not hard to see—or hear—why.
Carrie Underwood always sleeps with the bathroom light on in her hotel room everywhere she goes because often she wakes up in the middle of the night having no idea where she is, and no one is there to tell her. She’s been on the road since February supporting her double-platinum sophomore album, Carni*val Ride, traveling by bus almost every day, hitting the stage most nights at another big arena in another middlesize city, and is scheduled to play about 140 gigs by the end of this year.
Such is the bubble Underwood is living in—a weird, often lonely, train-whistle-in-the-distance kind of place. Try dating, for example. “It’s awkward,” she confides. “You can’t go out on a date like a normal person. There are a lot of phones involved.” She laughs. “That can be either a good thing or a bad thing because you get to know ’em before you go out with ’em, but then you only see each other maybe once a month, maybe twice. As if dating weren’t awkward enough. And I don’t know the rules…. I’m still learning!”
It’s even more awkward when rumors emerge that you’re dating people you’re not—like, say, a certain Olympic gold medalist in swimming, as happened after the Beijing Games in August. “I never met the guy!” Underwood exclaims. “I’m sure he’s lovely. I’m sure he’s a great guy. He made America proud!” She giggles. “But I never met him, I never mentioned him in an interview, I never mentioned him in that way to anybody that I know. The only conversation that ever came up was when we were watching the Olympics and somebody would be, like, ‘How about that Michael Phelps?’ And it’s, like, ‘Yeah, he’s doing great!’ That was one of those completely, totally, utterly fabricated lies that came out of nowhere. I’ve had people for the last three days texting me and calling me: ‘Do you know Michael Phelps?’ No!” She laughs again. “I swear on everything, on my job, my house, my dog.… That’s how serious I am. It’s all just a lie.
Anytime any [media source] ever says ‘a friend said,’ or ‘a close’ whatever— no, they didn’t! It’s just made up. None of my friends would say anything. Ever. About anything!”
Lately also, Underwood’s nice-girl image has tended to attract haters on blogs and in American Idol forums at Television Without Pity (where she’s referred to as “Ellie Mae, Clamp It!”), maybe because she seems almost too perfect: the churchgoing sorority girl who graduates from college magna cum laude, wins American Idol, sells millions of records, hangs out with football players and TV stars (like Gossip Girl’s Chace Crawford, with whom she broke up via text message—ouch!). It all makes her an easy target for those who want to peel back the facade to look for secret blemishes.
“All celebrities,” she jokes, “have to be involved in drama—or they’re not celebrities! There must be something wrong with ’em!” As friend and fellow Idol alum Kellie Pickler says of the controversy Underwood attracts, “She’s already proved she can sing her ass off. She can sell records. She can write. She can do it all. She’s so talented, and she’s sweet and beautiful—all in one package. For anyone to say anything bad about her—I think they’re jealous.”
That’s the bubble, too—the world as a game of telephone: Faith Hill is pissed that Carrie won that CMA award! Wynonna Judd says Carrie’s brand of country is vanilla! Carrie said Jessica Simpson is fat!
At the mere mention of Simpson’s name, Underwood begins biting her nails nervously. It’s clear she’d rather talk about anything else, but she submits, perhaps eager to set the record straight.
Why did Underwood ever say that Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo, with whom she was briefly associated, still calls her (a comment that Simpson, now dating Romo, “laughed at” and said was “definitely” not true)? “See, this is always a tricky thing,” Underwood answers. “I don’t think people realize that when you do an interview, the magazine comes out six months later. It was just something that was said in passing, and I would never mean to say anything to hurt anybody or to stir up anything, because I’m just not about drama. At all. I might be mad too,” Underwood adds, “if somebody said my boyfriend was calling some other girl. So I can definitely see where she would be coming from. But I haven’t talked to him since, like, May.”
Having “learned her lesson” about mentioning her private life at all in interviews, Underwood refuses to say whether she’s currently dating. “If I say I am or I’m not, as soon as this magazine comes out, it might be the opposite of what I tell you now. In three months, it’ll be ‘Carrie said she’s not dating anybody,’ yet last night, I was out on the town with some guy. He’s going to get mad at me. Everybody’s going to think I’m a liar. It’s just best not to go there.”
Her fantasy, Underwood says, is to meet someone who doesn’t really know who she is. “If I meet somebody, and they don’t know anything about me, that’s like, ‘Oh, you’re going to actually get to know me a little bit before you go Google me?’ ” But Underwood’s mass celebrity is almost impossible to escape at this point. The incessant rumors have led her to stop using the Internet except for e-mail. She won’t watch television shows with celebrity gossip, and she worries what her family must think about the media circus.
“I would talk to my mom,” Underwood says, “and she’d be like, ‘Now they’re saying blah, blah, blah.’ She worries more about this stuff than I do because no parent would want anybody saying bad things about their daughter. Finally, I was like, ‘Mama, I’m out. I don’t know anything, I haven’t done anything.’ So we don’t talk about any gossip anymore.”
Life in the bubble: It wasn’t always like that.
In the summer of 2004, a pretty girl in faded jeans and a pink scoop-neck top, her curly blond hair falling just past her shoulders, paced the carpeted hallway of a St. Louis hotel, wringing her hands. At 21, she’d never flown on an airplane and had traveled only once outside her home state of Oklahoma—a family road trip to neighboring Colorado. When Carrie Underwood’s name was called, she went into a hotel conference room thinking, Why am I here? I have no shot at winning this thing. Her mother, who had driven with her all night to get there, waited tensely outside. Underwood nervously introduced herself and then, unaccompanied, quietly began singing the Bonnie Raitt hit “I Can’t Make You Love Me.” Her smooth, warm voice wrapped around the wistful ballad like a blanket, and the floodgates opened as she sailed into the chorus: “’Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t/ You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t.” It was an honest, unassuming performance, and, magically, the judges did love her. Outside the door she blissfully announced, “This country girl is goin’ to Hollywood!”
Underwood went on to become American Idol’s biggest-selling champion to date, as the usually pitiless judge Simon Cowell prophesied weeks before she won the fourth season’s competition in spring 2005. There followed three Grammys, six Academy of Country Music awards, and four—and counting—Country Music Association awards. Her first album, Some Hearts, is one of the bestselling country music records in history and has been certified seven times platinum, and Carnival Ride has had three No. 1 singles and garnered the highest first-week sales for any female artist in 2007 when it was released a year ago.
Idol judge Randy Jackson remains a big fan and has enjoyed watching her progress. “Dude!” he says. “You’re just talking about an unbelievable voice. And she’s grown so much as a writer, as a performer. The records are getting more introspective. She’s really growing as a career artist, and there’s no end in sight for her.”
Cut to March 2008—four years and two albums totaling more than $9 million in sales later. Underwood is on stage at Nashville’s Grand Ole Opry, belting out Randy Travis’ “I Told You So.” As the song winds down, its writer stealthily approaches the stage from behind to surprise her. Travis has been asked to invite Underwood to be the Opry’s newest and youngest current member. “Let me think about it,” she answers with sweet sarcasm, hands bookending her face, Home Alone–style, then puts her finger to her cheek. “Yeah!” she says gleefully. Tears. Hugs. Applause.
Says Travis about Underwood’s gift, “She knows how to choose material that works for her as a singer. These songs connect with an audience on a personal level—they’re songs they can relate to, because they’ve lived through what’s being said in the song.”
That equation has worked both ways for Carrie Underwood. “It’s the Cinderella story,” she says. “You’re plucking someone out of nowheresville, wherever they may be, in some job that they probably don’t like, or going to school, or not doing anything…. People can look at that person and be like, ‘Oh my gosh, I’m a college student just like her—she’s from a small town, I’m from a small town.’ People can really relate to that.”
From farm to fame—it’s at the heart of the American Idol fantasy: Celebrities are not only just like us, they are us. As Underwood’s friend and cowriter Barry Dean puts it, “This girl went from working at a chicken restaurant or whatever she was doing in college to being one of the top female country artists of all time.” He describes how, after winning Idol, Underwood moved from rural Checotah, Oklahoma, population 3,500, to a quiet Nashville suburb, and how she would leave her name and number on the sign-up sheet for pickup games at the local tennis courts. Not yet inside the bubble! She had even gone back to Northeastern State University in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, to finish her degree in mass communications in 2006 after winning Idol.
Having grown up in “a single-stoplight town”—as she describes it in “I Ain’t in Checotah Anymore”—Underwood effortlessly conjures a provincial, Norman Rockwellian America of smalltown life and values. She started singing in church at the age of three. Dean thinks her ability to translate emotion might come from her early church singing—from investing something personal and emotional in each song. “She’s not so much an actress of song,” he says, “as she is a person who embodies a lyric and delivers it.” (He also marvels at Underwood’s “karaoke-level knowledge of songs. I’m 41 and I can bring up a song from my era, and she’ll know all the words—from every kind of genre.”)
Underwood’s father was a computer operator at a paper mill; her mother taught elementary school. “I never did without, but we weren’t rich by any means,” Underwood says. “And I was the baby. My parents were in a good financial position when I was born, so I was probably a little more spoiled than my sisters were.” (They married at 17 and 19 and now have children.)
In third grade, Underwood began landing leading roles as Mother Nature and Mrs. Claus in school plays. “That was the first time I noticed people being pleased with what was coming out of my mouth,” she says, laughing. “I went to talent shows when I was little and I sang country music. That’s what I was known in my hometown for doing.” When she was 13 or so, a local businessman spotted her in a talent show and offered to help her launch a singing career. About a year later, she landed a contract with Capitol Records and cut a few demos (current whereabouts unknown), but the deal fizzled because of a corporate change of management— the usual sad Music City story.
By the time she went off to college in Tahlequah, Underwood “was pretty much resigned to, Hey, the singing thing was done,” Dean says. But then she and her mom went to St. Louis “to take one last shot before she buries this thing.”
Source: elle.com
Ms. Ariadna
Звезда
Кэрри тут похожа на одну модель, не помню как зовут, но она снимается в этом видео:
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYFsfU5mOZw[/media]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYFsfU5mOZw[/media]
Прошлой ночью Кэрри стала обладательницей трех наград "People's Choice Awards" в номинациях: исполнительница года, кантри-песня за "Last Name" и, что самое интересное, звезда моложе 35 (это вообще о чем и к чему???=))))
Там же Кэрри исполнила песню "I Know You Won't" (которая будет одной из моих самых любимых на второй пластинке). Возможно это следубщий сингл для поп-станций?? Было бы не плохо. На кантри в начале февраля пятым синглом отправится кавер на I Told You So. Исполнила песню она просто потрясна, шикарный голос, шикарный.
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHgb-TNDmW8[/MEDIA]
Ну и в заключение парочка капсов -
Isn't she beatiful???=)))
Там же Кэрри исполнила песню "I Know You Won't" (которая будет одной из моих самых любимых на второй пластинке). Возможно это следубщий сингл для поп-станций?? Было бы не плохо. На кантри в начале февраля пятым синглом отправится кавер на I Told You So. Исполнила песню она просто потрясна, шикарный голос, шикарный.
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHgb-TNDmW8[/MEDIA]
Ну и в заключение парочка капсов -
Isn't she beatiful???=)))
Ms. Ariadna
Звезда
Она вся такая хорошенткая, на Барби похожа ))
с новеньким грэмми:
с новеньким грэмми:
На днях произошло октрытие нового Диснеевского аттракциона "The American Idol Experience" на котором Кэрри и Дэвид Кук дуэт исполнили классику Fleetwood Mac "Go Your Own Way".
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdaFbLJaqaw[/MEDIA]
Получилось просто великолепно, их голоса отлично сочетаются и звучит все это просто прекрасно. Им следует записать парочку дуэтов в студии.
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdaFbLJaqaw[/MEDIA]
Получилось просто великолепно, их голоса отлично сочетаются и звучит все это просто прекрасно. Им следует записать парочку дуэтов в студии.
Valeska
Участник
Home Sweet Home - шикарный кавер. Очень красивая версия у Кэрри получилась. А вокал... Прям мурашки по коже бегут. Отличная версия. Такие вот монументальные песни у Кэрри хорошо получаются, даже очень. В сочетании с нарезками в AI песня замечательно смотрится. Будет самой лучшей пока 'прощальной темой на идоле'. И Дэниэл, и Дотри, и, тем более, Рубен в сравнении терпят громадное поражение. ccылки
На этой неделе Кэрри заполучила четвертый топ-10 в карьере - "I Told You So" благодаря выступлению на Идоле на прошлой неделе и поступлению в продажу перезаписанного дуэта с Рэнди Трэвисом прыгнул на 9 место. Продажи увеличились на 700 % и составили почти 126 тысяч. На следующей неделе сингл навряд ли покрасуется даже в топ-20.
На днях Ни-Йо поведал на своем твиттере что летал в Нэшвилл на пару дней и поработал с Кэрри и Раскалами. Честно говоря, мне все это не нравится. Уже надоело опопсевание современного кантри. В кантри-среде есть отличные авторы, которые пишут замечательные песни. Зачем им мешать и лезть куда не следует. Я этого не понимаю. Говорят, что Кэрри поработала также с Максом Мартином и Теддером. Я не понимаю, она что пишет поп-пластинку или делает кантри-запись??? Мне эти эксперименты совсем не нравятся. Помниться "Before He Cheats" совершенно случайно стала кроссжанровым хитом, попытка сделать тоже самое с "Last Name" провалилась и с треском. Но выводы похоже делать никто не собирается...
