The new season of American Idol begins tonight with four hours of programming over the next two nights. Mrs. Major and Son Major enjoy this show. I use the show as an opportunity to read or fool around on the computer.
Kevin McDonough, in his column “Tune In Tonight,” sums the program up very well:
With its endless hours of idle chatter and forgettable patter, “Idol” was made for the fast-forward button. I tend to speed over the obviously horrible performances, the banal travelogue and practically every segment featuring Ryan Seacrest. Technology can be a wonderful thing.
I say, “Just saying, ‘no,’ can be a wonderful thing.”
Never watched it, though I love Dancing with the Stars. π Guess I’ll either read or watch Food Network or Discovery. Probably will do the same Thur for the Pres. farewell speech.
I have to admit I watch it during the very early auditions. It’s like watching sychronized train wrecks. What can I say? It’s a weakness. π Once the show gets past the first round, I lose interest because I can’t stand pop music. It’s predictable, overwrought, screeching, and, the worst offense of all, boring.
I would have to agree with you on this one! I can always find better things to do when this is on TV – it’s pure torture!