One thing that really ties me up in knots creatively is the thought that I’m naught more than an American Idol reject. (‘Tis true, ya know… even if I were freaking no-doubt awesome, there’s not much call for Johnny Cash or the Ramones on good ole AI… but I digress…)
I really feel for the AI contestants. It’s a Catch-22. In order to be good, you have to have the balls to get up there and know that you’re good. But if you’re that blinded by your own awesomeness, there’s a real chance that you suck and just don’t know it. And nobody’s gonna tell you until Simon does!
With that in mind, it was nice (and, yet, a little disconcerting) to have one of my daughter’s friends give me a high five and tell me, “You made my MP3 player, Mister N. You rock!”