Is there anyone reading this who does not wish to feel important? If you have a healthy attitude, you want to feel valued by those whom you value, like your family and close friends. However, it is so easy, and so common to fall under the spell of the sirens who sing that “Yoooo Tooo can be Loooved by Miiiillions”. There are so many of these sirens laying traps. If you get photographed, written about by TMZ, get coverage on cable with the famous and powerful, then you too are (by association) a part of the same group AS the famous and powerful. This is the song the Salahis fell under the spell of. How about the “balloon boy” family, the Heenes? They don’t want to live without fame either. Getting a prison sentence for hoaxing rescue workers wasn’t enough. They’ve enlisted a “documentary” filmmaker named Steven Barber to put out a FEATURE called Balloon Boy: Guilty Until Proven Innocent, in support of their delusion.
Have you watched any of the American Idol opening audition episodes? Those are the only ones I watch. They fulfill my previously detailed love for “so bad it’s good” programming. These episodes provide an unending parade of people who have never faced a simple truth; THAT THEY CAN’T SING! It’s not a crime to be unable to sing well. For most people, it can be overcome with lessons. Karaoke, or singing along with your iPod is NOT the same as lessons. What’s remarkable is that no one ever seems to have told these people the truth about their lack of ability. They bring along troops of family and friends to reinforce their delusion! I can’t understand why people would want to work so hard for the “rape me” music contracts offered in exchange for winning American Idol in the first place. The best strategy is to be someone like Chris Daughtry. He got knocked off as the #4 guy in Season 5 (2006), so he had no obligation to the faustian bargains required of winners. He didn’t have to star in another “From Justin to Kelly”. His debut album sold 5 million copies. By comparison, the album by winner Taylor Hicks, a silver-haired Elvis clone, sold 700,000, and Simon’s label (Arista) dropped him. All the American Idol winners can sing. The problem is the show requires them to sing cover tunes all season, songs made famous by other people. It’s blatantly unoriginal. The show should really be called American Imitator. You KNOW every contestant is just a slave to the siren song of fame.
Twenty-five years ago, I used to do temp work as an office assistant for casting people and talent managers. I saw people come in for auditions and meetings every day. I saw the over-amped desperation, that look of “please, please, please, I’ll do ANYTHING”. I watched as the casting people would lie to the hopeful, gullible masses, steering them to the classes and photographers from whom they got kickbacks. I’m telling you straight, the most degrading job on Earth is to be an aspiring actor. Just imagine what it would be like if dating held the same odds as success in acting. You would have to ask 100 people to go out with you before one said “maybe”, and another 100 before one said “yes”. That’s the ordinary amount of rejection a prospective actor must endure. Why do they do it? The sirens. They caaaalll, they caaallll for yooooou! Fame…FAME…fame
What makes people think FAME can fulfill their lives?