Big Daddy and I are creatures of habit. We like watching the same old shows, season after season, especially the better reality shows that only changeout the contestants for the most part. We know they’re contrived to some extent, but I like to watch the different personalities interract. It’s amazing and inspiring to see the dramatic transformations of the contestants on Biggest Loser, hilarious watching giant egos clash on Celebrity Apprentice, and fun to pick out couples to hate on The Amazing Race. I get really irritated when host Jeff Probst often and obviously tries to manipulate the votes of the contestants with his lame comments on Survivor. But as much as we like hunkering down to watch these shows, I just about wrote off ever watching American Idol after last season. Even Simon’s acid tongue could not add enough spice to the dull group of contestants last season. It was a talentless snoozefest.
Since there didn’t seem to be anything else on TV that conflicted with Idol this season, I decided to tune in just to see the auditions when sometimes hopelessly delusional wannabes perform comical renditions of songs hoping for a miracle. And although I was never a fan of Jennifer Lopez, the other new judge, Steven Tyler, intrigues me. He’s a funny, talented bad boy that brings me back to my college days when I first discovered Aerosmith and the raw sexuality of “Toys in the Attic” (on 8-track, no less!). It was rock ‘n roll at it’s finest!!
I may be hooked on Idol again, thanks to Mr. Tyler. I don’t even mind JLo. She hasn’t exhibited the diva behavior she is known for on camera, and her skin glows. It makes me feel not so old knowing she’s over 40 and looking so good. Veteran judge Randy Jackson has taken his role a little more seriously, and is actually making a few relevant comments, trying to become Simon lite.
They started the show last night with an “apology” scrolling across the screen in large letters for Mr. Tyler’s antics of the previous week. He was classic Tyler last week, being outrageous rocker dude and uttering a few comments that were bleeped out. He even offered up a poem about a duck–that rhymed. It was hilarious.
I’m pretty sure the “apology” was a joke. Steven Tyler has rescued Idol for another season. I may even continue watching when the joke contestants are gone. Could anyone really be offended by the antics of Steven Tyler? If so, they should tune in to reruns of The Golden Girls and let the rest of us enjoy ourselves. American Idol is alive and well without Simon, Paula, or Kara. They have absolutely nothing to apologize for so far this season.