At long last, my personal ‘Idol’ nightmare is over.
I feel a bit bad reveling in the fact that Casey’s dream died last evening. At least I would if I actually thought it was his dream. Casey’s definitely a guy more comfortable dodging smoke rings in a leatherette-festooned lounge than he is on the ‘Idol’ stage. But why wouldn’t he be on the show? No matter what your taste or style, it’s hard to deny the stage. And even if it’s not an opportunity Casey would necessarily want, I’m sure he’s disappointed.
So should I gloat? Should I pile on Casey in the wake of his being ousted from the biggest show on television? Even if that honor probably doesn’t mean that much to him? Nah, that’d just be cruel. I’ll spare him one last virtual assault.
Either way, I now no longer have to suffer through one more his fake-jazz bits of self-indulgence. The performance shows just got much more palatable. Read More...