American Idol has returned this week as the swan song for Simon Cowell. Is it just me or does Simon seem less vitriolic than in previous seasons? Of course it is early. I don’t usually watch the auditions since I know I’ll see the best singers in Hollywood and frankly, I’m embarrassed by the bad ones. Why do their parents encourage some of these obviously horrible singers to audition? Are they as self-deluded as their kids? Tearstained contestants are not my idea of fun television.
As for the new vibe with no Paula Abdul, I can’t say it feels that much different. Victoria Beckham, considering her status as a former Spice Girl, was a pretty bland substitute. She hardly said anything during the Boston auditions.
Mary J. Blige, who filled in as the fourth judge during the Atlanta auditions, brought something to the judges’ table.
And, I know they like to have fun with the bad singers, but did we really have to see so much of Jesse Hamilton with his three “near death” experiences that were then reenacted like some bad YouTube footage. Gee, and you wonder why Southerners are sick and tired of jokes about marrying cousins.