We've not been watching this year's American Idol as assiduously as we've normally done in the past. The Voice became Noi's preferred viewing in that regard, which I also enjoyed, and I lost interest in Idol when Elise went. But we caught the semi-final, final and finale and generally quite enjoyed the end of the season. (Pity that Joshua was eliminated though.)
Having said that, the finale was, as usual, a mixed bag. I won't dwell on the more painful moments, but find something to praise instead, that something being the distinct sense that's been developed in recent seasons of a reasonably sincere celebration of the culture of popular music especially with the various worthies taking the stage. The worthiest of them all this year were Chaka Khan - her voice sounding in as good a nick as it was in the days of Chaka Khan and Rufus - and, gasp, John Fogarty. Never thought I'd see the day, frankly. Truth to tell, his voice didn't blend all that well with Philip's, but a bad moon rising is never a bad thing when the master lifts it himself.
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