I am a Slave to Song
Update: The beard guy and sundance red simply rule as well.
So I have a little bit of retraction to do tonight.
A few days, weeks, months, years, whatever, back I wrote a post about how dumb American Idol is.
And now I have to take it back. I'm not even sure why.
Tonight I was hanging out with Lucas and Shannon and playing some music and watching some "Office," When Lucas told me how American Idol was good. I parleyed that it was not good, but bad. Then Lucas refuted me by pointing out how fun it is to watch the first few weeks of auditions and all the great and unbelievably horrible tryouts they have.
Somehow that resulted in me coming home and watching some of the recent auditions on Youtube.
And it was true that the rejects were pretty funny. Obviously the pre-screenings are more about what would be entertaining than actual talent. But then I started watching the "yes" tryouts, and something happened:
I was enjoying myself. And as I strived to find more successful tryouts, the actual good singers, I remembered one very important thing.
I love singing. I love to sing, I love to listen to people sing, I love it when great singers sing.
And I realized that American Idol is (a) funny and (b) sometimes lets us see some great singers.
Singers Like Rachel Zevita. Rachel Zevita who is so good at singing that I'm not sure if it's even fair that she entered a competition for amateurs.
So anyway, I'm a little confused, and maybe it's because over the years the Judges are a little cooler and not so stereotypical. Maybe it's because I'm never actually going to be sure if Paula (whose pictures I had over 50 of on my wall when I was in Jr. High) is really Drunk or just a little bit odd. Maybe it's because one of my favorite things is the human condition and the reality of the potential for greatness within that condition.
I really don't know. But all of a sudden I like American Idol again. And I think I'm going to watch the rest of the season.
Grace is going to now be able to tell me a big, fat, "I told you so," but oh well.
Anyway, in case you thought I was a total opinion nazi, now you know that I'm as fickle and unpredictable as the rest of them.
And that beard guy who sang some Johnny Cash is about the coolest guy and singer I have ever seen. I was blown away by him. And Sundance Red was pretty great too. Maybe we’ll have to watch American Idol together more often. 
Welcome back, Prodigal.