AMERICAN IDOL, GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEE…

I’ve never taken the initiative to watch this series; somehow I get hauled into it by one of my kids. This go-around it’s Ariel who wanted to watch it and I’m keeping her company.

I’m telling you, I don’t understand the bad rap Simon gets. All the guy is is honest. He obviously lives by the philosophy of Miss Cordelia Chase: “Tact is just not saying true stuff.” In the segments I’ve seen thus far, I have yet to see him dismiss anyone of indisputable quality, and when someone good wanders in, he seems *happy* about it. My understanding is that he’s said this is his last year. If that’s true, maybe they want to replace him with the woman from “Weakest Link.” “You *are* the weakest singer. Good-bye.”

But, man, some jerk in Houston snapped and threw a cup of water on him? I think Simon is getting out at the right time; what’s to stop some loon from sneaking a gun in and blowing a hole in him? (Unless they make them go through metal detectors.) What I don’t comprehend is, ostensibly there’s a screening process. Some of these people, the moment they open their mouth, it’s clear they don’t know an E flat from a Salt Flat. Why then in God’s name would the producers send them up the line? Only one answer comes to mind: Knowing these people are horrendous, they send them before the three judges and the TV camera specifically so they can humiliate themselves on national TV. I’m not sure why I never realized that before, but that has to be the case. ‘Wow, this guy is so awful, we’ve got to share him with America.” Seems kind of–oh, what’s the word–cruel.

Granted, you’d think the would-be singers should know better, but it’s pretty evident by now that they don’t. I know they’re signing themselves up to be exploited, but boy, it just all comes across as pretty mean insofar as the producers are obviously setting them up to be seen as schmucks. Kind of a waste of one’s fifteen minutes.

PAD