Revising My American Idol Confessional

Tis true. I like to watch American Idol. At least while they're touring the country finding singers. I mean, how about that lovely girl last night with the tinyi speaking voice who sounded like a symphony when she belted out those two songs? Like Paula, I had chills listening. And then when the girl starts crying tears of joy and her mother joins her. How can you not have to wipe your own eyes at that moment? Beautiful stuff.

That said, last season, after I'd written about how I actually like AI, it turned out that I only like the first few episodes. And that makes sense to me. Because at that point, those singers still have SOUL. They're bleeding for their chance. By the time they're made into "American Idols", they're cleansed, refined, bleached, and fluffed to the point where they sound like that soul-less commercial crap collectively called "pop".