Only the tears left to fall
All over but the crocodile tears; American Idol has allowed the Final Three to show their skills to all of us at home. Even those up here in Canada that can’t vote. I tried via the home phone line, and then again via Skype; my vote doesn’t count when the American dream is at hand. Only fair I guess, because I didn’t buy any tickets to the big tour, or download any iTune content, or even purchase a small bottle of Coca-Cola to show that the dream was mine.
Next week the final final Final, but it’s a foregone conclusion. We currently have the vamp, the squirrel and the alpha male. The vamp will go home, with her chair and her forgettable dance steps. The chipmunk will have a role to play in Orlando for years to come (watch out, Donny Osmond, because you’re now an old dude). The alpha male will do his best to appear humble, even though he’s had the lock on things ever since the Irish Maid returned to her day job.
Or will he? They do allow people with no other talent other than the ability to hit redial to vote, and there are millions of minions out there. Maybe the chipmunk will triumph. Maybe the vamp – no, strike that sentiment. This is going to be a Davidian Duel. Since all involved have recording contracts as consolation prizes, it really doesn’t matter, but it would be fun if talent carried the day.
The performances tonight were mainly forgettable (spoken in a Simon accent). Even the strut around the chair didn’t set anyone apart. Mr. Cook’s “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” did make it to my iPoddable list, even if I don’t iTune in the way commerce intended. It’s just that the song has been a personal favourite going back to the studios of CIMN. I watched the movie in Duffy Amphitheatre. Now, I’ve heard a version of the song that can fill in when Roberta is busy.
I’ll give it one more try (voting, I mean), and I’ll be there to watch the crocodile tears. This has been a good season.
