Aged cheese
I realize there’s a “rule” that states if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything. To be fair, the rule doesn’t mention posting in a blog, so I feel safe in continuing. We’re through another mentored week on American Idol. Good, we’re through; it was painful.
Out of the thousands of accomplished artists available down at the local mentoring employment agency, somebody decided that this is a 9 to 5 world. My own preference lies with 25 or 6 to 4, but mathematics is such a difficult field to explain to those who aren’t in on the background story. The guest mentor was Dolly Parton, and after 45 years in the trenches she brings enough proven experience to be an inspiration. Unfortunately, that long on the road wears one down to the bone, both in body and in voice. The performance was “raw”; I wouldn’t want to have to sit through a whole concert.
The musical selections this week were, as usual, drawn from the mentor’s songbook, and she’s provided a few over the years. The contestants rose to the “challenge” (think of lob balls at the local ball park), and we had some songs that will actually sound good on an iPod. You did know that the Idol beast sells its soul on the Internet?
The homeward bound individual this evening is Ramiele Malubay, and the pundits have been wondering how long she could hang in there. Well, we’ll have to find another “worst of the litter” for next week. The talent pool is strong this season, and all of my favourites are still safe, with the clock ticking. I wonder if I can Skype a vote at some crucial point and swing the whole competition? After all, contributive democracy says that the individual has power.
