by Fred
American Idol: Season 9 contestant Andrew Garcia seems to be self-destructing the way Rock Star: INXS contestant Jordis Unga did five years ago. In both seasons, early brilliance tapered off quickly. In Unga’s case, she probably just didn’t want to sing for INXS — would you? — and likewise Garcia clearly doesn’t want to win the whole enchilada. But Tuesday night it seemed that he was not interested in securing a spot on the top 10 national tour, either. (Note to self: go see it this year. It can’t be that bad. Right?)
Indeed, moments before the show aired, the wife said, “Andrew is taking a dive this week.” Granted, he did his very best — how else do you explain that low-register spoken-word delivery of Marvin Gaye’s only dud? — but in the end he was bested by Paige Miles, who apparently can’t sing “Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)” any better than I can. But between Miles and me, one of us blogs instead of performs.
It’s tragic, what fame can do to those who gain it. The rest of us seem to know this intuitively, and do our best to avoid it, although sometimes a few of us get absolutely stuck in the middle. It can be car-wreck fascinating to watch. But go look at that picture one more time.
