American Idol
I am not generally an American Idol fan. That has mostly to do with when they get to Hollywood. It is a little too over produced and plasticy for my tastes. That out of the way, I am a huge fan of the tryouts.
Tonight was special (not really) as AI paid a visit to Seattle. I actually remember the two days they were here as Seacrest did his radio show a studio or so down from the the morning show I listen to every morning on SportsRadio KJR. They described all the women in the building swarming around Seacrests studio.
We watched hoping to see someone we knew. No such luck. I was surprised to see two fellas from the 'hood where I was raised, Bothell. (Randy pronounced it bot-hell which gave me a chuckle.) The beat-box dude made it (I think), but they guy I was most proud to be from the same city as was the guy with the big eyes that they said looked like a bush baby. Yikes, I can't believe they passed on him!
Carrie and I were fascinated by how clueless that some of these people are towards their lack of singing talent. We think we figured out what the deal was. They are surrounded by people that blow smoke up their ----- because they are afraid the truth will hurt them. Unfortunately the longer this is done, the more it hurts when the truth eventually slaps you across the face with its cold cruel hand.
I can understand being supportive of a loved one and all that, but when you sing like this guy, this gal, or this guy shouldn't their loved one or friend have informed them that they aren't really recording artist quality? Is that being un-supportive? I think you are doing them a favor. What little I have seen of the finalists performing, they are VERY talented. These examples weren't. I can understand the clowns that are there for their 15 minutes of fame, but the bad ones that lost their jobs to be there? C'mon!
I know for a fact that I can sing better than those three (and the bush baby) but I also realize that I am a horrible singer. Why? Because nobody lied to me growing up telling me that I sang like an angel.
Lemmy Kilmister maybe...
8 comments:
I've always said that no one with our last name can carry a tune! Really, unless someone is planning on making a career out of their 'talent', there is no sense in telling someone that they sound terrible when they sing. People who sing a lot usually are happier people. Look at Dad when he starts belting out a 'tune', he becomes giddy.
An you have NEVER told him that he sings bad..... ;)
You have told me that I sing horribly!
I am fairly sure dad realizes he doesn't have the chops to make a career out of it.
The issue isn't people singing in the karaoke bar, car, or shower. It is the people that have been falsely built up so high that when someone finally lets them know that their singing IS horrible, it crushes them. They either break down in tears, or lash out (usually at Simon) telling him that he does't know anything, what have you done, etc...
He just speaks the truth albeit a bit harshly.
Remember the whole purpose of the competition is to find a superstar that will sell millions of albums.
Alright, you've got me there... but maybe I shouldn't have, then you would sing more often and then (as my theory goes) be a happier person!
Puh-leeze!! How well do you know me?
LOL, my 'happiness from singing' quotient is maximized. Much more and it flips into the 'drive the wife away with singing' or 'look at the loon' catagory.
I was amazed at some of those people from Seattle. That bushy kid...ahhh I was cracking up...he's like yeh they say I sound like Justin Timberlake or something and lance..nysnc. Wow, they had to be acting right, that had to be fake!! The gal with the red mesh net stuff on her arms...wow..and the chic with the blonde hair and her mom....that had to be all set up. Simons sarcasm kills me. I love it.
~s a r a
That Indian girl from Lacey (she and her brother made it to Hollywood) was friggin' HOT! That's all I have to say.
Maybe you're not a singer Mike, I seem to remember walking in to the kitchen a plethora of times while you were dancing in front of your reflections in the window. At least my MC Hammer moment was when I was in 6th grade (Go Hammer, go Hammer go)
I have completely lost any point I might have been trying to make, I just wanted to share my memories of you trying to perform the Sprinkler in the parent's kitchen. Thanks for the entertainment :)
It was the 'Cabbage Patch' with dish soap on my chin... Lets get our facts straight. I don't 'sprinkler'.
I maximize my 'happiness from dancing' quotient too...
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