They say confession is good for the soul. So here goes….
I’ve tried my best to be a good, loyal David Archuleta fan, but nobody’s perfect, right? (okay, okay, except David)
Here’s where I’ve fallen off the ArchuWagon. I hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me:
On the Idol Tour, when I first saw David standing at the top of the “Apologize” staircase, I had a terrifying “We Can Work It Out” flashback. I thought he might stumble, forget the words, or both.
Maybe HE got over WCWIO, but I didn’t. Those stairs – and that fateful night – continue to haunt me. Every single week after that I feared he’d forget the lyrics again. And when he did, for Think of Me, I placed the blame squarely where it belonged – on Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber and his ridiculous open-eyes obsession. He sat there in the audience that night glaring at David, daring him to blink – no wonder he was distracted – his eyes probably felt as dry as Lawrence of Arabia’s in a sandstorm.
At Christmas, when I gifted the CFTH CD to friends and family, I would first tear off the plastic wrap, remove the booklet, flip it open to the picture where he’s draped in Christmas lights and reinsert that one in front. That’s how much I hated the cover.
I have not pre-ordered Chords of Strength. Oh, and I hate the title. I get the pun, but it gives me the heebie jeebies – I mean, why not, “Epiglottis of Glory” or “Tonsils of Steel.” I will buy the book, of course (heck, I even sprung for that Build-A-Bear ditty) but am really hoping for the audio version. And if it’s being marketed to teens and tweens, I suspect another cover intervention may be necessary. Breaking news: We’ve been spared!
I know it’s inevitable, but I don’t want his career to get Taylor-Swift-huge just yet … next year’s fine … or the year after, even.
When Oprah eventually wakes up, smacks her forehead, says “What was I thinking?” and invites David on her show, I secretly hope he snubs her to go visit widows or cut a ribbon on his chain of animal shelters.
(I also secretly hope he’s been watching this crop of Idol wannabes and cackling an evil laugh at their ineptitude as he polishes his ALMA Award … nah, not likely.)
I’ve never voted for him as Twitter King, Teen Choice or any of the online polls. *hides*
When he dresses “like a hobo” for VIPs, wears his Walmart coat liner to perform (the new Ford Day jacket!) and tweets “Sometimes I wish I could just wear the same thing every day. Cartoons do it. It’d make things a lot easier.” I applaud his disinterest in the slick fashionista ways of the JoBros, et al. and cheer “Hobos of the world unite, you have nothing to gain from designer labels!”
I also applaud the lack of vanity (and Eagle Scout “be prepared” approach) displayed by the stuff he carries in his pockets on stage. What do you think he’s got in there, anyway? Spare keys? Lunch money? The condensed Paul Coelho? A “Bachata for Dummies” DVD?
Not a fan of John Mayer (unless David’s singing his songs). For this, and all else, I am truly sorry, David.
My penance? 10 WCWIOs & 5 Coming to Americas? You tell me!
P.S. Confession #9, I don’t care what Simon says, LOVE With You.