For American Idol fans, these are the worst of times and these are the best of times.
And although Charles Dickens had not been an eye witness to the eighth season of Fox’s popular reality singing competition, his adage holds true in its singers, producers, judges and fans.
Emotions tied to the parallel premises runs through the veins of this writer in equal volume and vigor.
This self-admitted Glambert honk was still swinging from an emotional shower rod nearly 24 hours after Kris Allen was crowned champion and before World Wide Casa de Slezak offered some therapeutic reading on the topic. (Chances are it will take longer for the concept to fully sink in for Allen. The humble Conway, Ark. native was purely in shock when announced winner Wednesday night.)
Why the emotional upheaval? After all, it’s just a tee-vee show, right?
Sure, the same way the National Hockey League is just a few fellas ice skating together and a May day at 5 p.m. in my motherland Phoenix is just “a little warm.”
Like the aforementioned, American Idol is crunked with mad talent and in the immortal words of panelist Randy Jackson is “molten hot, baby!”
What started out four years ago as a twice-weekly recap coverage lark of an amateur talent development show has morphed into a weekday newsy outpost that enlightens readership throngs on an event considered by many as American’s fifth major sport.
And it fostered a different, more serious attitude.
The pendulum swung away from absorbing and relaying the joy of vibrant, young upstart vocalists (and remaining benign to all else), to the strategic sorting, posturing, slicing, dicing, puree-ing and evaluating of prospect music industry talent. Literal translation: The joy that a jut-jawed, cool crooning Allen brings during a heart stealing Ain’t No Sunshine (39 times later I’m admittedly still left a bit foggy-eyed by it) or the fiery euphoria generated by Adam Lambert’s KISS cameo Detroit Rock City can periodically gets blurred by the judge pandering, production overrun, rule restructuring and other heapings of minutiae that can easily dampen the spirit.
Does that make me a sufferer of Brett Favre-like fatigue from 11 straight weeks of live performances and a ghastly month tryout precursor?
Perhaps the glut of spin and apology in our daily lives makes pundits takes on Lambert runner-up talk rationalizing the move as ok — let alone beneficial — come offs as schlocky and insincere.
Like Lt. Daniel Kaffee in A Few Good Men, I come to want and demand substance — the truth.
The truth is that American Idol is a television show; one predicated on ratings, as sordid as that may seem. Its judges (Hear no evil, Speak no evil, Do no evil and Flash “Bikini Girl” no evil) are part of the show (but not the focus, a point they sometimes forget). As representatives of a company, they tow the company line, even if it means cajoling and manipulation that creating outcomes beneficial to the show. The general voting public — a population that can be skued by age, gender, socioeconomic status, geographic location and other variables — uses a subjective (and often ambiguous) process to evaluate contestants.
(Repeat after me…) It’s a television show.
That means the loosely interpreted “best” may not win, giving way to the most popular. After a motherlode of media backlash from Lambert’s runner-up placement, panelists conceded that point.
Lead panelist Simon Cowell’s head-on response called Allen, “… the right win in terms of being a nice guy,” but felt differently about his vocal chops. “I wouldn’t have said he was the best singer in the competition, though. I think he was like a little puppy dog.”
Season Seven winner David Cook thought it was more about personal taste.
“I don’t know that either one of them would have surprised me.” Cook said. “Singing is an aesthetic thing for me, it kind of depends on what you like. They [Allen and Lambert] are both great performers.”
The idea that falling short of first place may serve as a better outcome for the bombast of Lambert’s voice and stage theatrics jerks with the long-standing concept of victory rendering the maximum spoils. But first-year judge Kara DioGuardi believes the dramatic, guy-linered Lambert has potential to follow in the successful footsteps of another prematurely dismissed Idol.
“When I watched him with KISS, I almost thought, this guy could front a ridiculous rock band à la Daughtry,” DioGuardi said. Fellow panelist Randy Jackson agreed, “I actually think it’s better for him.”
Either way, the fact that more than 100 million Finals Round votes were tallied for the duo and an iTunes page was devoted to the pair — who we barely knew five months ago by first name — speaks volumes for the talent machine that is American Idol.
Perhaps it’s time for this writer to step down from the ledge, return to a contestant-driven focus and take in the American Idol top 10 singers when they tour this summer.
For good measure, I’ll add an extra eight minutes to the DVR setting next season.