Doubleheader to start the season
No baseball fans at our house, but I can see how a doubleheader would have appeal to the real afficionado. My tastes run to something more eclectic. Think of another competition that carries hits, misses, errors, stealing bases. Focus. Foul balls. And once in a while, things go straight out of the park.
Another contest has begun, and Fox just brought me four hours of bliss, spread over two nights. Season Six of American Idol. I don’t care if it has a formula as free of lumps as any infant food. I don’t care if the idea was stolen from the Gong Show a long time ago. I enjoy the spectacle.
And a spectacle it is. Characters straight out of a Marvel comic, with just enough juice to keep the throat wanting more. Randy, Paula, Simon. And Jewel last evening (for the whipped cream on top of the pies). No song that cried out, but renditions that could make you cry. TV that is entertaining.
It even reaffirms my belief in my own shower tone. I could make it there!
Will the show keep me coming back? For sure. If I never end up buying an album from the winner (take that, RI**) it won’t matter. The show is the thing. I like acerbic comments… I like amateur hour. American Idol doesn’t rock, but the good times roll.
