Let It Be

You might ask why I'm so happy today, despite recently watching one of my favorite bands' music get destroyed. My joy is born from hours and days of hilarous conversation, not to mention the remarkable insight of my friend MacBeck yesterday.

But, sure, I have an opinion about American Idol as well. I think it's worth it to keep in mind that there are so many nerves on that stage. Undoubtedly that's part of the industry--being able to get in front of people. But that's a lot easier when you have confirmation that you're good enough, and for many of them that confirmation won't come unless they win it all. Unless you're David Cook, who has basically just proven that he can sort of play a guitar, mimic Eddie Vedder's vocal tone, sport a modern combover and has enough ego for all the high schools in America. However, I'm thankful that he did not destroy any of the greatest songs ever recorded.

Could the horse whisperer go now?

Poor Michael Johns. The minute I knew he was singing "A Day in the Life" I knew it was going to be unfortunate. I said to Larry, "You just can't do that in a minute and a half. It's more about the music than the lyrics anyway." Simon basically said the same thing.

Paula, again, said nothing constructive.

Actually, I'm not sure any of them say anything constructive anymore. If they do a ballad, they say it's not interesting. If they rock out, they say it doesn't show enough range.

It's amazing what people get paid for.

I'm trying to think of one performance that I liked, not that anyone cares, but I just can't. And I don't blame the performers, I blame the show's executives. They never should've done two weeks of The Beatles. Everyone would naturally gravitate toward doing their best song during week one, immediately setting up week two for failure.

They should've let it be.