American Morons I Mean Idols

I didn't watch "American Idol" the other night. First, they don't show it in Australia (there is "Australian Idol" though, which is also pretty bad although interestingly, more people seem to play their own instruments here). And second, I wouldn't watch it anyway.

But I kinda wish I had, after reading Lisa de Moreas' hilarious description of the utter stupidity of the "Idolettes." Seems they were introduced to the music of some mid-century experimental musical group from the provinces of a mid-sized European country. And most of the Idolettes were unfamiliar with this musical combo.

The group? The Beatles.

Obviously, these kiddies had never Met the Beatles. Even if you held a Revolver to their head and threatened to have Sargent Pepper march them down Abbey Road, if you threatened to beat them with a Rubber Soul and to really give them a Hard Days' Night with no hope of Help, they would plead ignorance and just say Let It Be.

A couple of snips from de Moraes' column, which is almost ALWAYS worth reading anyway (the worse the show, the better her writing):

Michael Johns sings a 1 1/2 -minute cutdown of "Day in the Life." Why? Because it was his dead friend's favorite song. Mosh Pit Blondes are confused by the "English Army has just won the war" bits, but they do the Mosh Pit Wave anyway because Michael's cute.

Funny, but this one is better:

Jason Castro sings "Michelle" but does not understand a word of French. "I just found out 'my bell' is French -- I thought it was English," he tells the country. That's right -- he thinks he's singing about his bell.

Howls of derisive laughter, Bruce.