I stopped watching “American Idol” about six weeks ago because I thought this year’s crop of finalists were DULL. I can’t imagine buying any music from Lee, the winner, or any of the castoffs. Not watching was hard to the first week, but by the second week I really didn’t miss the show. I decided to tune in to the finale last night after much badgering from my husband (All the Facebook comments say there are good performances; it’s the last show with Simon; c’mon, he urged). What I found was a bit baffling.
Six performances were from people over age 55 (that makes them eligible for the New Wrinkles): Alice Cooper (62), Hall & Oats (63/61), Joe Cocker (66), Michael McDonald (58), Bee Gees (63/60) and Chicago (4 original members are ages 62-65).
Huh? I thought this show was about the NEXT super music star? I’m not knocking these performers. They’re talented. I have their music in my collection. But I don’t really care to see SO MANY in one night, especially performing with an “Idol” cast that bored me to tears to begin with.
The show did have a few younger performers: Orianthi (25), Carrie Underwood (27) Kris Allen (24) and Christina Aguilera (29). But the average age of the major talent last night was: 51 (perfect for handing out AARP membership packets). I’m not sure who AI thinks is the target audience, but for a show where contestants have to be under age 28 it seems they missed the mark booking talent for duets this year.
There was a whole lot more that was strange about the night (Paula Abdul anyone!), but the old-timer jam fest is what stuck with me. I’m not sure this makes me want to jump back in next season.