I have a confession to make this week. A confession that needs to be made, but is embarrassing just
same. And so, without further ado, here it is:I’ve gotten hooked on “American Idol.”
I know, I know, I wish one of y’all would just walk up and slap me right now. Bad thing is, I can’t figure out why. I didn’t watch one episode of it
first three seasons it was on, and it didn’t bother me in
least. I thought people were crazy for putting so much emphasis on Ruben, Clay, and Fantasia. I mean, if you multiplied any one of them by a thousand you still wouldn’t have someone worthy enough to help Elvis get dressed for a show. But, despite all that, I’m hooked.
It started innocently enough. A few months ago, I was in front of
TV one night with my daughter Alison, and she mentioned that “American Idol” was about to come on. I was going to get up and go do something else, but she asked me to stay and watch it with her. And that’s how it all got started.
The show was broadcast out of Las Vegas or St. Louis or somewhere, and thousands of people had shown up to audition. The auditions themselves were pretty simple -
contestants walked in and sang in front of
three judges, Randy, Paula, and Simon, who collectively decided whether or not to pass them on to
next round. When
first contestant came out, my curiosity perked up a little.
She was a tad on
healthy side, no, let‘s be honest, she didn’t look like too many Butterfinger bars had ever escaped her grasp. What made it even worse was that she had this black dress on with things that looked like octopus tentacles hanging off
bottom. I could tell that
judges wanted to laugh out loud, and when she started singing, man oh man, a truck full of hogs running into a crate filled with ducks would’ve sounded better. She was simply horrible. And right at that moment, I became hooked, and then I figured out why....
“The Gong Show!” Y’all remember “The Gong Show?” Man, I sure do. “The Gong Show” was set up somewhat along
same lines as “American Idol,” but it was even better. A whole lot better. And here’s why: