American Idol Finals Magic: David Archuleta Makes Me Throw Up In My Mouth
December 8, 1980, New York City: Mark David Chapman murders John Lennon on a street in front of his home. The world mourns.
May 20, 2008, Los Angeles: David Archuleta murders "Imagine" on national television. I puke in my mouth.
I almost didn't watch it. My 11 year old daughter wanted to watch the Idol finals (she's a David Cook fan thank goodness, given the other option), so I put it on and bailed for coffee, a pathetic and insipid version of Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me reaching my ears as I ran from the house. I suppose the name American Idol is apt (which is horribly sad when you think about it), but somehow I stupidly hope it will be about and originality and depth, not the search for America's next Pasteurized Prepared Cheese Product. So yes, I'll confess to having been sucked into the show in the past. Last night though, as I drove off in my Jeep listening to Joe Jackson's "Night Music" CD, I was asking myself quite earnestly what had become of me that I had actually watched more than zero episodes this year. The audition process can be amusing in a pathetic schadenfreude way, and it's certainly always fun to wonder which Paula Abdul will show up (Will she be high? Will she behave like an over-affectionate alcoholic? The kind that wraps her arm over your shoulder at the bar and tells you how much she loves you, man. Will she drool over the teenaged contestants like a deranged cougar?) but I'm disgusted with myself all the same. So as I say, I left the house and went for coffee.
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8 comments:
Brad, duuude, you are my kinda guy!
"rant on why American Idol may well be one of the signs of the coming apocalypse" - I have said variations on that theme so many times, nobody brings the show up around me any more. ;)
So, I guess that means I'll have to add your upcoming blog to my list of to-reads...as if I didn't have enough to read - curse you!
Can I get an "amen!"
I don't actually like David Cook either. I remember listening to him sing his own version of some song and completely mutilating it.
BILLIE JEAN! That's it. You just can't take a classic like Billie Jean by Michael Jackson and make it your own.
It's incredibly hard to do and he didn't do it. Everyone seems to adore him though.
Brad- I admire your "tell it like it is" attitude.
Man, you are laugh out loud funny! I'm afraid I share your "can't look away" affliction! In fact, I was totally captivated by David Cook's tears... that happens to girls.
Now we can all sit back and wonder what David A. will do next...yikes!~
MIche, I actually think that Billie Jean song was great. It was totally original and I applaud people who can create something from themselves from something majorly established.
David Archuleta is much more better than all you say. GET A LIFE. Seriously.
Huh. That is SO WEIRD. Your name is exactly the same as the word that people use when they want to hide their actual name. It must have been tough growing up with that name.
I would ask that any new comments on this be made on my actual blog, not Joanna's.
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