Well, America has crowned its 8th Idol. The rabidly rapid thumbs of tweens, soccer moms, good old fashioned Christian folk voted for the 23 year old married boy from ... some state that isn't California or Florida. What's his name? I already forgot it. My pick from the auditions was Adam Lambert. I hoped Danny Gokey would have brought new game, but he bored me to death only to awaken me with the guttural growl-howl.
See, Adam Lambert possesses that je ne sais quoi that theatre people dig. He proved that he could be the balladeer as well as the Steven Tyleresque rock wailer. I'm not comparing him to rock gods like Steven and surely not Freddie Mercury. Molds were broken when those men were created. However, along the same vein, I believe Glambert will etch himself in similar "rock."
Kris Allen (see, I do remember his name, but I wouldn't had he not wooed the fastest texters in the west.) Kris is mister middle of the road. He's a good kid with a good heart and, gosh darn it! people just think he's the cat's pajamas! He's safe. God forbid we let someone with a little edge to them win such an institution as American Idol. Kris has the edginess of a round rubber ball with an Elmo image printed on it.
American Idol isn't solely about talent. It's about how fast you can dial or text. The producers of the show along with the judges made it too obvious they wanted to push Adam to the finale. He would have made it that far regardless of their persistent pushing. Adam knows stage production. I keep hearing people complaining that Kris got the shopper's value of production when he performed, but Adam got flames, smoke, blue lit staircase and hellacool shiny suits. I'm curious about how much control the performer has over those nuances. Kris's experience is that of a faith leader in his church and playing for small venues (that probably don't allow smoking or booze). Kris was one mellow dude and he was comfortable in his jeans and plaid Okie shirts.
My point is that the men have entirely different styles. I can't imagine Kris strutting down a staircase back lit in bright orange while singing "Apologize."
In the finale, Kris performed with someone who had a similar acoustic guitar strumming style: Keith Urban. I thought it a fine duet that complimented Kris ... he seemed to really get a kick out of it. People are screaming FOUL!! in the face make-up of KISS. Can you imagine Kris singing with the likes of KISS, Aerosmith, Motley Crue or Katy Perry? Heck no. I can't fathom Adam singing a yee-haw good time song with Randy Travis, Rascal Flatts or Jack Johnson, either.
Adam stated in an interview with Charley Belcher of Good Day Tampa Bay (FOX) that those boots he wore on stage with KISS were his own. The guy is a stage monster.
So, I'm too lazy to do the homework. As I stated earlier I am curious about how much production control the kids have on their performances. They are allowed to change the arrangements. Therefore, it seems fitting that they have a lot of say on lighting, costuming, hair, etc...
With that all being said, I am relieved with a touch of sadness that Season 8 of American Idol is over. I had a great time blogging live with my 'net friends over on Sean Daly's Pop Life. I don't know what next season will bring, but I can guarantee that if you stop by Sean's blog on any given day of the week, you'll see my name highlighted in the comment area. It's not all about Tampa Bay. Sean isn't just about music. His blog encompasses all things pop culture. Dig it, baby!
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the Pop Lifers who gave snark and laughter to my Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. Much love to Sean Daly who hosted. In addition to Sean as hosts, I give a hearty hand to someone known only as "The Agent," Stephanie Hayes, and Steve Spears for lending support on the nights Sean had to woefully cover a concert or joyfully spend time with his lovely ladies at the Daly manse.
Pop Lifers who gave Pop Life its heartbeat:
JillyBean (my vote for most vibrant newbie)
Jeff in Cuba (he created a quiz on Facebook to find out which Pop Lifer you are most like.)
PiScene (mysterious, alluring and funny as hell ...also a newbie)
with occasional drop ins from special guests:
and I would be remiss to forget our foreign correspondent in Lisbon:
Miguel (he's all kinds of cute and sexy)
Once in awhile someone would drop in using a pseudonym and leave a riotously funny quip and never show again.
You might think we're all crazy losers with nothing better to do, but it goes deeper than that. No, it's not like we're planning vacations together and sending each other Christmas Cards with family photos. We'r'e not even planning world domination -- or are we? We are a nifty group of people that can disagree, poke fun at one another and in the end feel all warm and fuzzy for having had the experience.
There are nasty rumors that snark is dead. Heh. Silly people. Snark is just another way of saying, "I love you ... don' t quit your day job."
In a final note, if I read (or hear) the words "AMERICA GOT IT RIGHT" in regards to Kris Allen winning American Idol Season 8, I am going to punch them right in the kisser. Put that passion into your next election that matters, doucheyfaces. Hmmph.