I've been sort of listlessly following Idol this season, partially because little blond person refuses to stop having wants and needs during those two hours, but mostly because I don't really give a crap about any of the contestants. They're good. They just aren't good enough.
That said, last week's performances, with a few notable exceptions, were abysmal. Beyond abysmal. So bad, I turned the TV off and just read the recap later on MSN. This week, however, I found myself tuning out little blond person so I could tune into Idol, and in my humble, mostly non singing opinion all of the performances were at least respectable. It wasn't rocket science to figure out the difference between the two weeks; Usher vs. Miley Cyrus.
Miley was a namby pamby 'mentor' who hasn't really found her place in the music industry and so, I think, lacked confidence giving advice to people older than her. It also seemed to me she was more concerned with making cute on camera than actually giving the contestants worthwhile critiques. Hugs and smiles and batting eyelashes abounded, constructive criticism, not so much.
This week, Usher, while still making sure the singers knew their strong points, also pointed out their weak areas and gave them concrete things to do to improve their performances. Because of this the weak performers were able to at least turn in something not cringe worthy and the already strong performers shone with the gloss of serious polish.
Earlier today I did my first in depth critique for one of the folks from my new writing group. By the time I got done there was a lot of red. I mean, a lot. Don't get me wrong, the guy can write. His idea is compelling, his narrative voice is good and I think there's a worthwhile novel in there. It just needs some more polish. I told him all this, but I wasn't sure if it was enough to undo the damage caused by all that red.
I drafted up the email, attached the critique and then sat there, arrow hovering over send for about five minutes. Then, realizing that what I was doing for him was what I wanted someone to do for me, I clicked and off the email zoomed into cyber space. I thought of it there in his inbox, claws sharpened, fangs glistening waiting to rip his writing dream to shreds. That thought plagued me all day.
Then I watched Idol and I felt better. Then I checked my email and found in my inbox a thank you for all that red and a request for me to continue in my critique. I felt a whole lot better.
All in all things turned out well and I'm glad I did what I did. I'm also hoping that there's an Usher, not a Miley behind the critique I get in return because the last thing I want is to put something out there for public consumption and have it, ala Stephenie Meyer, panned and picked at and made fun of. Give me a strong opinion and a merciless red pen over that any day.
Taking a Break
1 week ago