Last night (what with Susan feeling better) I scrolled through the Netflix "watch it now" offerings and encountered a documentary on Justin Bieber. It showed some clips of his playing the drums and he seemed very good. But when it came to his singing I couldn't really tell. It went from his inept juvenile singing on YouTube to performances with a lot of background music, noise, and screaming fans such that he could have been a very poor singer and it wouldn't have made any difference to his performances; which were more focused on his cavorting about on various platforms and devices, some of which swung him high above his adoring fans. The documentary spent a lot of time on his fans, young girls and not so young girls vowing undying gushing love for Justin. Any young man inclined to put women on a pedestal would become befuddled before elevating anyone from this silly lot. Lawrence