My new honey David Cook was great tonight, final of American Idol. (Yes, I watch American Idol. At least it's not Dancing with teh Fucking Stars, shoot me if I ever watch that ;) )
God was Cook hot. And smooth. And deep. A serious talent.
And, he's gonna lose.
Cook picked all of the wrong songs to "win", on purpose, wink wink. He picked songs he wanted to sing, not songs The Great Public would goosh over. On purpose? For sure. Simon even winked at Cook, "I know what you're doing." If Cook wins AI, he's locked into being an American Idol and locked into their recording contract. If he loses, he's a free agent.
So, he sang sweet, and deep, grabbed my heart but ..... he's never going to win with those songs.
Cook needed to sing big and splashy and Vote For Me Huge. Dial, dial, dial you teenyboppers, dial. Nope.
Waxing too philosophical about a "reality" competition -- I find it poetic, losing in front of 30 million people in order to win something you really want.
I am also sleep deprived, overworked, and not in any shape to discuss poetry, so take that all for what it is worth.
This, tho, I am able to judge through my personal haze:
The dude is white hot geek, my favorite kind.
Yum.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Losing to Win
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If i had any singing talent whatsoever, and (god forbid) ended up on one of these shows, and in the final, i'd be singing to lose, too.
But that's a whole lotta if's, and i don't think any one of them is ever gonna happen.
"White hot geek," I like that.
That boy makes me wish I'd watched more American Idol this season.
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