Okay, so I watch “American Idol.” So sue me.
I see it as a brief weekly escape from our drab, wretched lives, a la Michelle Obama. I see it as a continuing soap opera with music, although the sort of pop stuff the contestants tend to sing is not what I usually like to listen to—with the exception of Jason Castro, who sang one by Leonard Cohen (sigh) and one by Bob Dylan.
Last night’s final featured the Two Davids, Cook and Archuleta, both very telegenic and personable young men. Hey, if I were sixteen, I’d give either of them a run for their money, although I think I’d favor Cook, who’s got more of an edge.
Archuleta has no edge at all. Continue reading →