American Idol is a contrived piece of television trash that has nothing to do with quality music. And yet I've seen nearly every episode this season - please don't ask me why because I'm at a loss to explain. I gripe and groan and roll my eyes through every show. I mock the judges. I stomp around the house in anger when America inevitably chooses another loser to survive the cut.
But you know how you can only take a person's complaining so long before you just want to punch her in the stomach and tell her to get a grip or do something about it already? I hit that point tonight and for the first time EVER, I actually voted in American Idol. Or rather, for the first time every, I actually attempted to vote for an entire hour but the lines were busy.
I wasn't voting because I like either of the Davids. I'll never buy the albums they're bound to record on the heels of Idol fame.
Still, given the chance to vote for a vanilla rocker over a cheesy, falsetto-voiced kid who reminds me of the Sunshine Generation (it's a Utah thing), I felt I had to do my part for the world of rock.
Besides, rocker boy ended with a Collective Soul tune and can actually play an the guitar. Even if I had gotten through on the phone, I imagine my votes would have been in vain - treacly pop is bound to win in the end.
The best outcome would be if both Davids lost and we stopped wasting our time with this overwrought musical nonsense.
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