[Dixielandjazz] American Idol Redux

Steve barbone barbonestreet at earthlink.net
Thu May 25 06:21:40 PDT 2006


Slightly off topic but then we did discuss "Idol" a couple of weeks ago. And
what the hell, the loser did sing "Over The Rainbow" that last contest day
which is American Songbook. :-) VBG

Cheers,
Steve Barbone


Surprise (Well, Not Exactly)! 'American Idol' Finale Unfolds and Unfolds

NY TIMES By ALESSANDRA STANLEY - May 25, 2006

Nobel Prize winners are apprised in a quick telephone call. The Pulitzer
committee sends telegrams.

'American Idol' Dresses Up for Its Big Season Finale (May 24, 2006)

It took two hours and a night of a thousand Crest WhiteStrips, a hundred
costume-changes and at least a dozen false notes for Fox to declare Taylor
Hicks the official winner of "American Idol" last night.

And all that finale padding made for a supersize letdown. Mr. Hicks was
already the expected winner; Simon Cowell had declared him the obvious
choice after the showdown on Tuesday with Katharine McPhee. When his name
was announced, Mr. Hicks did his best to look stunned, and Ms. McPhee
managed to look delighted.

"Idol" is a monster-size celebration of mediocrity that, astonishingly, has
not lost its hold on viewers even in its fifth season, and even though so
many copycat contest shows have sprung up in its wake. "Idol" is a bit like
"Dallas" or even Coca-Cola, one of its main sponsors. Imitations, be they
"Dynasty" and "Falcon Crest," or Pepsi and RC Cola, burnish the image of the
original. However cheesy and overwrought, "Idol" is its own instant classic.

The final program was packed with valedictory performances by the also-rans,
celebrity cameos and many flashbacks to the most deliciously awful auditions
of the season (Dave Hoover, an excitable young man who sang Meat Loaf's "Bat
Out of Hell," won a mock Golden Idol award, as did Michael Sandecki, who
impersonated, horribly, a former "Idol" runner-up, Clay Aiken).

Possibly because Mr. Cowell is the producer of a new reality show, "Duets,"
which teams professional singers with less-than-gifted celebrities, this
finale also showcased duets ‹ Mary J. Blige and Elliott Yasmin, Toni Braxton
and Mr. Hicks ‹ before the winner was named and the loser was cut loose.

It's a variety show that parents and children watch together. And that
explains why the contestants' doting, teary parents were showcased in
cutaways and Burt Bacharach played the piano as the contestants performed a
medley of the songwriter's greatest hits.

Dionne Warwick, who has an album and a tour to promote, also made a cameo,
singing "Walk on By" while Ms. McPhee and others sang backup. Prince also
sang, but did not share the stage with any "Idol" performers.

The finale stretched the multigenerational happening to a near-breaking
point when it moved from 17-year-old Paris Bennett's singing "We're in This
Love Together" with Al Jarreau to a lame comedy sketch in which Wolfgang
Puck, the celebrity chef, introduced Kellie Pickler, the young candidate who
couldn't identify calamari, to escargots and live lobster.

The host, Ryan Seacrest, said 63.4 million votes were cast this season,
boasting, "That's more than any president in the history of our country has
ever received." 

But voting on "American Idol" is like voting for class president or
homecoming queen. The choice has no effect whatsoever on the voters, freeing
them to cast their ballots more than once and entirely by whim ‹ to punish
the prissy teacher's pet or reward the class nerd who shares math notes.

Last night, voters chose personality over poise. There was something almost
unseemly about Ms. McPhee's lounge-crooner polish. Mr. Hicks looked more
like an underdog, even when he was on top. And he played that to the hilt
with his victory song, "Do I Make You Proud," assuring the audience that he
was living the American Dream.

The beauty of "American Idol" is that voters are not stuck with the
consequences of their choice for long. The Fox series is phenomenally
successful in large part because the clock is reset every season. By night's
end, both Ms. McPhee and Mr. Hicks already seemed like emeritus idols,
lifted up on a cloud of promotional tie-ins and ushered out the door to make
room for next season's favorites.




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