I’m still watching American Idol. Yes, even though I was sure all the changes (especially the exit of Simon Cowell) would be its demise. And yes, I take a lot of criticism for claiming to love music, yet watching a show that highlights the more commercial aspects of an art form.
Even though I’m the type of person who cares very little what others think or say, I’ve been really thinking about what Idol’s appeal is. If the ratings are any indicator, it isn’t what everyone believed it is. No Simon this year, and everyone is still tuning in.
Yes, a fraction of the pie is the music and the talent, but another piece–a larger piece–is about the people and their dreams.
I’m sure there are a great number of viewers who believe that those who put themselves in the spotlight have a need for attention. Those people don’t understand what it’s like to have a dream, to want something so bad you’ll do almost anything for a chance of making that a reality. Even if it means laying yourself bare in front of millions of people.
That’s what I see in the tears of those who are sent home. Not a missed moment of celebrity, but a heart breaking.
Putting your heart and soul into something you want is a huge risk. Like with most gambles, sometimes you win, but a lot of times you lose. Of the more than 300 people who made it through to “Hollywood Week” (which began airing last night) only twelve will make the final round. Only twelve will be faces we remember six months from now.
But as someone who tends to dream big, I know if you have a hunger, it’s the only way to go. How does the saying go…play tough or go home? On another level, I think the only way to really live this life we’re given is to dream big…and reach high. Playing it safe might save you from disappointment, but you’ll miss out on a world of experience and the high of reaching for the stars and holding them in your hands.