Let the winnowing commence
While my computer is busily installing a newer version of VMWare (where a machine pretends to be something it normally isn’t), it strikes me that this would be a good moment to catch up on American Idol. Where, as the pundits have it, talent tries to appear where normally it wouldn’t; in the middle of a glorified karaoke show. Harsh words for the most popular program on television right now. In passing, the analog to digital switchover began last evening, although we’re “safe” up here in the frozen north.
Every year, AI finds a new way to spend the embarassment of riches after auditions. Much like cash-flush governments, in a way. The process is underway to winnow the harvest, and in a matter of weeks the “Top Twelve” will appear before the assembled masses. The terror of Hollywood week is over, with little bloodshed. This week, the first round of character deletion began. We had twelve performances last evening, and tonight the inevitable hour-long announcement of the “Three Who Will Move On”. It doesn’t take an hour, so the game is to “let people down easy”. Right. Tell that to Tatiana…
A welcome distraction was a duet by Carly Smithson and Michael Johns from last season. Maybe it’s the “on the Idol Tour” diet, or the relief of leaving behind Randy and his alternating Dawg/Dude labels, but both are now ready for something other than junior varsity. I hope Carly gets an album before the masses soon, because she has a great voice.
