By Kelly Dearmore
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
Most people can't sing, even if they think they can. For the first three weeks of broadcast (whose ratings have proven the show more popular than ever), American Idol milks this lack of self-awareness for all it's worth, showcasing a mind-numbing litany of hopefuls with nary a clue that they suck. So far the Jaw-dropper Award goes to Mary Roach, whose post-audition flip-out should raise red flags for psychiatrists everywhere. And yet, something rings phony about her, along with so many other featured contestants. They're so out there, so unfathomably bad as to be practically unbelievable. This has added a whole new level to my American Idol viewing. The question is no longer: Will they make it? The question now is: Are they faking it?
So I appreciate the direct approach of Daron Beck, the Denton musician (from art-rock bands Falkon and Pointy Shoe Factory) who appeared on the New Orleans episode. Beck wore his distaste for the show on his sleeve, claiming from the outset he was there to protest the disposability of pop music. Not that the audience wouldn't have caught on. With his undertaker suit and Vincent Gallo-meets-Vincent Prince looks, Beck stood out even among the motley AI crowd. His eccentric, warbling version of Tom Jones' "Delilah" and Screamin' Jay Hawkins' "I Put a Spell on You" prompted a rather awestruck Simon Cowell to comment that Beck should be singing in a small, strange cabaret club somewhere. (Rubber Gloves, anyone?) Unlike fresh-faced Dallas youth pastor Jeffrey Johnson, Beck isn't going to Hollywood, but he did receive a rather salient criticism from guest judge Gene Simmons: "You have what a lot of these other contestants don't have. You have personality." That's the biggest thing missing from a show that would have inevitably passed on Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, Mick Jagger and many of the major musical talents of the last century.
Then again, Beck got a small injection of fame after all. He appeared on VH1's Best Week Ever and Access Hollywood. I hope my former students learned a valuable lesson: When talent fails, weirdness saves the day.
The second item of business is the Dallas Observer Music Awards, to be held in May. Unlike past years, in which club owners and other industry professionals have selected the nominees, we're opening the process to everyone. That's right: You determine the nominees for the DOMAs. Voting begins Thursday, February 3, at www.dallasobserver.com. You know what Puffy says: Vote or die, fool.