We’re only four episodes deep into season 7 of AI, and I’m still loving this shit as always. I can’t explain it; since the show began I’ve been enthralled with the roller coaster ups and downs these poor saps put themselves through in order to get a shot at superstardom. In a rapidly imploding music scene it seems a little odd to expect small town nobodies with no professional experience to compete with major artists like Alicia Keys or Justin Timberlake. Just this week Alicia Key’s new album spent its second week at #1 on the billboard charts, yet only sold a little over 60,000 albums. Those are pretty scary stats for record company folks to be looking at; I wonder what their next move will be. It’s because of this I have to ask, is American Idol really producing the most talented and explosive new artists in the world, or are they creating just another exciting TV star, that unfortunately has had their carrier decided on, and swept away with the changing of the seasons.
With only the passing of one year I have to admit I miss my old pals, like Lakisha and Blake. I haven’t yet seen a personality or heard a voice that churns up that old feeling of commitment and dedication. There is a long road ahead so who knows what the future holds, but I know one thing, American Idol has got their hands full trying to keep it all fresh and fun for 2008. “You Are My Brother, My Brother Forever†were the words sang out in unison by the judges an one, unknowingly mocked, hopeful, who cried and prayed his way through the number not knowing he was being laughed at but also fallen in love with by all of the U.S. Although Birdman, Renaldo Lapuz didn’t make it to Hollywood, he did make it into my heart, and I’m going to bet you someday his song will be recorded by a music legend, watch you’ll see.
Speaking of the old judging trio, the gang seems particularly scripted this time around. I’m not really sensing a great deal of “off the cuff†behavior going on, maybe the producers made them tighten up their belts for season 7, as record sales plummet, and the WGA strikes continues. Perhaps the story needs to read “all is well is music land†don’t ask us any questions, cause you won’t get any answers. Either way the judges seem a bit more fake than usual. I’ve seen a bunch of golden-tickets given out to singers the audience hasn’t had the privilege of yet judging for themselves. I guess A.I. is saving the goods for later in the show; it’s not surprising, I just wish we could get a closer look at the good ones and not just the maniacs and crazies, which if you caught the flip-out of the century courtesy of Alexis Cohen, you’d know what I’m talking about.
Nevertheless I’ll keep watching, in hopes of finding a new soul goddess to fall in love with, or possibly a crazy, punk rock, Pat Benatar look-alike to fall out of love with. Whatever the case may be I suggest you check it out, even if it’s just to keep up with what the rest of us are jabbering on about.
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