Time was when I would have hurried home to watch American Idol. Now that it's been revived, I can't seem to muster any interest in it. All the singers are capable, even good, but does the world really need another singer is all I can think of. I watched The Voice and found it at first more entertaining, but my interest is beginning to wane. More good singing, but the banality of praise piled upon praise from the judges is too wearisome to sit through. I heard that America's Got Talent is about to open its new season, and I think, please, please, no child ventriloquists. I haven't heard how last year's winner is doing in Las Vegas, but am thankful I don't have to be there, nor for the winner of the a capella Sing Off competition either. Please save me from another Pentatonix Christmas show.
Then, as I'm about to turn off the computer, I see a segment from Britain's Got Talent, and hear a singer named Calum Scott singing Dancing On My Own. I don't know if he won the competition or not, but I think he should have. From what I heard, he sounded even better than Sam Smith or Ed Sheeran.
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