Dream on dreamer

American Idol. What a deliciously silly series. You could write a thesis on this thing - about what it says about aspirations in modern America, about the British pantomime villain, about the evolution (or not) of reality TV, about the nature of race relations etc etc etc. One thing I love about it are the initial auditions. Sure, you get your fair dose of crazies, outrageous attention seekers and those so down on their luck they think it’s their last chance. But what really intrigues me are the delusionally bad singers. They obviously provide a fair dose of the humour quotient for the early part of each season. But it’s the fact that they can actually have such a strong belief in their ‘talent’ that intrigues me. The fact that they have such belief and are so on the wrong page it shouldn’t be funny (though to the rest of us is). Back in the real world, there are a lot of us that are faced with tasks and challenges that we are so capable of doing but find that we don’t have one-tenth of the belief that some of these individuals have. It throws up the phrase: “We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are.” Amen to that. I just wish I could bottle some of the stuff these guys have got drunk on. Then I too can become the next American Idol…