I’m totally burned out on American Idol. I’ve checked in a time or two this year, but absolutely nothing sparked my interest. The fire it used to kindle in me is nothing but ashes. And even they are cold. I had determined not to continue writing about it this year. And it still remains to be seen if I do.
I love Keith Urban and Harry Connick, Jr., and Jennifer Lopez is okay even though her “Pretty Woman” schtick is beginning to get old. But I haven’t heard anything new and original, or particularly wise from them in a long time. They need to start looking at these kids from different angles and come up with some real critiques and sage advice. And, yes, in the few seconds they’re given to do it. Hard, but not impossible.
Even Ryan Seacrest’s new scruffy, buff image didn’t really help. Ryan looks good no matter how they drape him, and he has the magic voice and personality to go with it. But even Ryan was not enough to make the dead ashes of my viewer interest cough out a little smoke.
Last night I tuned in. It was the girls’ night onstage. I groaned. I really wished it had been the guys. They usually sing better and are more on an even keel than the twitty girls. I’m being brutally honest here out of sheer frustration over my once-favorite show. I was able to get through most of it last night by muting what has become raucous theme music. I also muted the judges when all that came out of their mouths was the same old drivel.
The first singer, Tyanna Jones, moved me through “Rockin’ Robin” without hitting the mute button. And believe me, that’s quite an accomplishment. She’s a keeper. I really liked this 16-year-old. But the hair has GOT to go.
Then I moved on through okay, okay, mute, mute, until this cute platinum blonde gal stepped up wearing The Internet Dress. The moment she opened her mouth I perked up, sat forward, and watched entranced through the whole performance. Even Mike got involved. (He was reading). Sparks flew from that jazzy Jersey girls’s silver voice. Her name is Jax and suits her to a tee.
She got into the look, the mannerisms, and emotions as she took “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” to a whole nother venue. Her jazzy, flirtatious rendition was a different route to the same objective — nothing is going to keep me from the one I love. And the way Jax performed it, everybody in our crowd sure enjoyed the journey.
Mike and I hovered over what the judges would say. They just had to be blown away. Keith was positive about Jax’s personality and definite gift, but said nothing about the song. J-Lo, however, downed Jax’s rendition of the old Motown favorite because it was an old Motown favorite. And, of course, Harry had to waft along in Jennifer’s perfumed wake. Then he added insult to injury by calling Jax’s song “dull”. What!? I can somewhat see where they’re coming from on the song, even though “make it your own” kind of cancels that out. But dull? Not even.
My brother-in-law Randy has followed this year’s show and has pretty much picked Jax to win. Her funny little quips afterward told me she has her own personality and doesn’t have to blend. She seems confident without being arrogant.
So, you go girl !!! You’ve given me enough spark of interest to try this one more time. We’ll just see where it goes from here.