Well, boys and girls. It’s that time again. Just when I despaired of having enough to blog about, American Idol returned to the living rooms of millions last night. For a couple of weeks or so, viewers will be subjected to a lot of people living in a state of delusion.
“But my family and friends all say I sing good.”
“Honey, your family and friends lied to you.”
Last night was a replay of all past auditions. Strange. Painful. We had the guy with the weird hair. We had the rocker who cried. We had strange costumes. We had the folks who screamed rather than crooned. And we caught those few rare glimpses of some young people with real talent. One of them might even be the next American Idol.
I suppose the big deal about the first night was the new fourth judge, Kara DioGuardi. Looks to me like she’s going to hold her own and probably fit right in. But the audition weeks are so weird, I’m not sure any of us will know how Kara fits into the mix until we are passed Hollywood week and get down to the singing and scoring.
The best thing for me is the return of these two shows mean I’ll be riding my cycle on a more regular basis. At least ever Tuesday and Wednesday.
P.S. Am I the only one who got all teary-eyed over Scott, the blind guy at the end of those two hours of American Idol.