6 Kids, 3 cats, 1 dog, Mom, and Dad

American Idol or Yeah, we watch it.

These early episodes are a parade of people that appear more like they're vying for a spot in a circus sideshow than on American Idol. Seriously, do they listen to themselves before driving for hundreds of miles and standing for hours in line to get discovered?

After reality comes crashing down around their collective tone-deaf heads, usually in the form of a heartless (but somehow I can't help but laugh) snipe from Simon, they predict that it won't be the last that we hear from them.

I think that could be a show all of its own. Check back in a year on all those contestants that swore, stamped their feet like babies, and promised that we'd see them in the lights and that they'd make it.

Did they get their job back at the local burger joint? Do their friends still think that they're the bomb and nobody sings better than them? Is their rock band ready to move up from free gigs at the Pig Calling Festival to discovery by some music industry mogul? Or, did they get stopped as they walked down the street humming in the distinctly tuneless tone that is all theirs and get offered a music contract on the spot? Yeah!! In your face Simon!!

So, after two hours of viewing we find out how many people got the golden ticket and didn't see a fraction of them perform. This, of course, leads to more tears and heartbreak later in the contest when people start blaming the fact that they didn't get featured and have air time at the beginning as the reason why they're getting voted off...and they may have a point.

Posted by bbarton at January 18, 2007 12:32 PM