Last year, the big internet sensation from Britain's Got Talent was Paul Potts, the cellphone salesman who sang opera. If you didn't see it last year, go see Paul Pott's performance. Or, if you really liked Susan Boyle, this year's big internet sensation, go see Paul Potts, because it's the same story.
It's a good story, don't get me wrong. It has the average looking protagonist, no one expects anything out of him or her, and then to our amazement beautiful music comes out of our hero's mouth and we cry.
I cried at both of them, but not because of the singing, or the joy of humanity, or any other reason than: those are fabulous songs they sang. You could have Dick Cheney sing those songs and as long as he could hit the notes I'd probably cry.
I'd point to the lyrics, but I never knew what the lyrics meant to Nessun Dorma meant until I looked it up today. Now of course I want to learn Italian so I can follow opera.
(An aside, speaking of new skills, today I began learning to finger-pick my guitar. And why? Because last night I had a dream in which I learned to finger-pick my guitar. Very helpful to have my subconscious make my plans for me. I must remember to put myself in the path of various celebrities so they can offer themselves to me.)
Also, who wouldn't cry at these lyrics, though I admit they sound better coming from a 47 year old than from Dick Cheney:
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
I'm not sure, but I think the rules on BGT require you to perform a song, unlike AI, which tests your song choice in a lot of genres. So I say what we need now is a show with a variety of cellphone salesmen, spinster church volunteers, Clay Aikens and Dick Cheneys singing nothing but soaring Puccini and Andrew Lloyd Weber tunes. Then we can pick what song we like best, because that's the biggest appeal to me with both those performances.