We laughed, we cried
They came, they sang; we laughed, we cried. Life in a walnut shell, our quest for the next American Idol. While the rest of the nation worries about things like primaries and battlefields, those of us with a slack evening and cable TV can catch glimpses into the public moments of otherwise private people.
After all, fifteen seconds shouldn’t make or break a dream. But it can, and it does; right here in the world of the “want to be the next” individuals. Tonight we had a rollercoaster ride of emotional auditions. Death in the family, bedroom auditions, acquired accents and a nurse with a big bike, all brought something to my evening. I guess I’m easily entertained, but after slogging through yet more snow it’s good to think someone is warm enough to want to sing about it.
I still haven’t received my briefing on the results of Super Tuesday. Perhaps the AI experience will fade into the background as we prepare for another political chapter. We still have days, months, years of the political trip. Let’s enjoy the circus while we can. Besides, I received my used microphones this evening, so I am now in a position to record any moments where I have POS (public outbursts of singing). I wonder where I can acquire some inexpensive stands and windscreens and soundproofing and a studio band and… well, that’s where dreams can take you. Ask anyone who imagines life as an idol.
