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American Idol - Accountable!
I haven’t seen the American Idol episode I want to see.
As millions of us watch for the next two nights and beyond as hopeful, yet hopeless people strive onto the public stage for the first time to get their first, cold, hard dash of reality which is . . .
They. Can’t. Sing.
Since The Redhead loves American Idol, I have made my peace with watching the show each season. It’s not so bad, it’s a great study in psychology and it is “together time” and of course that falls under the category of “relationship maintenance.” That phrase was included solely because it irks her so.
But I digress.
Every season I say the same thing and she just rolls her eyes and goes with it, although when pressed, she’ll admit that it is a fair question.
This season I take the question onto the world stage:
For the really truly horrible singers, I want to know why none of their family, none of their friends, and none of their coworkers ever told them how to truly god-awful they were.
I want to see the American Idol follow-up episode where the camera crews go back to these people’s hometowns and you see them confront the people who allegedly loved, cared for them etc., ad nauseam. You know, the people who continuously lied to their faces.
I want to see them turn to those people and say, “Why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you tell me that I could not sing?”
I want to see that American Idol episode.
Now granted, these lost souls are missing a vital self-governing instinct and out in nature, natural selection would have run it’s course and they would be slamming shots with the dodo and the dinosaurs instead of ruining your home theater’s speakers.
If it’s true that “friends don’t let friends drive drunk” then by the same dint, friends don’t let you go and make a fool of yourself in front of tens of millions of people before telling you that the judges were right.
Now granted some of these people are loners and I guess it is possible they existed in a bubble reality and no one ever found out. However, a lot of these people also had music teachers and vocal coaches who sent them and those people are even more insidious than the family members and friends who said nothing because “I didn’t want to hurt their feelings.”
Those . . . those people should be taken out with the trash, kicked to the curb — choose your colorful metaphor.
I also have no use for Randy Jackson nor Paula Abdul. To me, they exemplify the deceptive practices of those surrounding the untalented ones.
As for me, I’m looking forward to another season of Simon Cowell’s commentary and exasperation. He is my “voice” and what he tells those hapless wannabes is what the people in their hometowns should have said long ago.
And several times each week I have to go all “Simon Cowell” on clients and prospects because none of the sycophants surrounding them will – either they know better and won’t say anything because they’re afraid of what their boss will say or do as a result, or they’re not educated enough in writing sales copy or marketing strategy to know better.
Frankly, it doesn’t matter which is the case because the results are the same when it hits the bottom-line — that kind of silence is expensive and dangerous.
Thus endth the American Idol lesson.
By Walter |
Topics: Here's Your Sign, Pet Peeves |