I think after all that time, I warranted more than just a group email. I think we all did. But that’s how things operate in today’s newspaper world…. Cutting the freelancers this way is the equivalent of a bar owner flicking the lights at three am. It’s time for us to unplug our amps, and let the elevator music take over.
Day: July 25, 2005
I don’t like Idol
Despite my best efforts to avoid the program in every respect, in the last few days I’ve had two unrelated Canadian Idol experiences:
First, a guy named Shane opened at El Mocambo on Thursday night; apparently he was a finalist on the show a while ago, and his cadre of middle-aged female screamers were out in full force. He’s got a reasonable voice, I’ll grant that, but reeked of the lounge-lizard banter and vocal stylings that typify the program for me.
Second, this evening I received e-mail on one of my dormant accounts soliciting votes for a current contestant so she won’t be bumped from the show this week, complete with a logoed wallpaper image so I can be advertised at all day from my very own computer screen. Thanks, but no thanks.