What is going on with American Idol? They have seriously lost their footing on what constitutes an innovative singing show.
For Randy Jackson to say “this is the best show on TV” at the end of the performance show a couple of weeks ago speaks to the “desperate times calls for desperate measures” approach to the ratings war.
It is not the best show on TV. My reruns of Seinfeld and Frasier hold that card.
I would like to see the American Idol team just once -ONCE! – nurture talent to its full potential. They seem intent on unveiling cookie cutter stars that will make loads of money for them in a short amount of time. Short term investment for long term gain.
It would be great if they could be true visionaries like Steve Jobs, adopting his now legendary approach to the development of technology:
“It’s really hard to design products by focus groups. A lot of times, people don’t know what they want until you show it to them.”
— Steve Jobs – BusinessWeek, May 25 1998
And a veritable music star is a product of the machinations of the music industry – an industry that is intent on hyping young singers who have little idea of what is involved in the star process. What does it matter anymore? Lip synching rules and so does mediocrity.
Wrongly eliminated Top 8 American Idol Finalist DeAndre Brackensick’s YouTube backyard performance of “I’m Your Puppet” could be aimed at Idol. They cast these kids in a talent show, with the supposed purpose of unveiling the next big star and the end result is a reality show based on how successful the producers will be in creating drama and suspense a la a soap opera.
These singers – and the judges – indeed puppets on a string, unknowingly being exploited for the sake of “must see TV”.
This show has lost so much credibility. The only credible person left is host, Ryan Seacrest. He is laughing all the way to the bank. He is the life source and heartbeat of this show and, without him, it would be in the dumpster.
In the end, I really hold a fondness for this show but it has become lost somewhat like the prodigal son. I am just waiting for a light to come on, one that illuminates rational and brave choices in the pursuit of excellence. Maybe then, our prodigal son will come home to a wider ratio of embracing arms.