The train has left the station
Two hours in to the new season and I feel better already. Nine thousand hopefuls in Boston, and some actually got through. The train has left the station.
The year that I coached a group in their first musical theatre effort, we took on “You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown“. Just one scene (we were all beginners), but we managed to make that old gym ring with a chorus of “Happiness Is“. Well, that’s what American Idol is all about. Forget the formula, forget the needy people, forget the psychopathic. Where else can you share (vicariously) in the unbridled joy of a new voice.
It’s true; Paula has left the building. For the next few weeks, we’ll endure drop-in judges, until Ellen makes her debut. This evening, Posh Spice (no other name does her justice) wowed me with her mediocrity, but it doesn’t really matter in the greater scheme of things. Next week, there’ll be another face to spread a little joy among the aspirants. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?
Haiti was hit with a powerful earthquake this evening, and the news coverage showed that we don’t have our finger on the pulse “all around the world”. CBC had nothing to offer, hours after the fact, other than that something had happened. In countries with serious lack of infrastructure, the news gathering hasn’t progressed much in the last few hundred years. At our table, the question of amateur radio in such an emergency came up; sadly, countries like Haiti don’t have much infrastructure, period. Right now, several million people are sitting in the dark, waiting for a new day. Among them, the hundred or so hams are probably silenced.
