Friday, March 13, 2015
AI-iiiii!
The new season of American Idol has begun, and, as usual, I watched. The field had been narrowed to the final 12, and one had to go. None of the finalists appealed to me, but I am lightyears removed from their target audience. I suspect complicity though, and I project that the winner will be a young African-American woman whose name ends in a vowel. For some reason, most of the non-minorities who'd been previously selected for the final 12 seem a pretty talentless group. The judges seemed mostly united in which contestants to criticize (gently), and on which to laud praise, and place in a distinctive category---a fair representation of "eccentric" performers, or crazies---selected for their entertainment value over their vocal ability. But then, one of the judges has hit it big time with a song called, "Luh ya, Papi."
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