Picture this. You’re driving along the road and hit a pothole. For the rest of the trip you keep your eyes on the pavement so you can turn the steering wheel and manoeuver around as many cracks and divets as possible.
You get to your destination frazzled, drained and exhausted yet relieved you finally made it. Your friend who’d been following you in their car parks next to you. Smile beaming, eyes sparkling, they glomp you with a huge hug.
“What are you so happy about?” you ask. “That trip was a nightmare.”
“Nightmare? Did you not see those incredible mountain ranges, glorious waterfalls, two double rainbows and Halley’s Comet soaring across the sky?”
“But what about all those potholes?”
“Sure it was bumpy,” your friend laughs. “But I wasn’t about to let a few bumps ruin the most thrilling ride of my life.”
Okay, cheesy story. But I thought it cheesily summed up the great divide in the fandom at the moment. The divide between those who choose to disco with the flow and accept the joyful musical gifts David gives us each day and those filled with fear about the future.
A couple of fans have been so fearful, in fact, they’ve been spamming Jive and some of David’s writers/producers with tweets trying to influence their selection of the next single. Methinks someone needs a time out. Shouldn’t David get to choose the songs he feels most strongly about to represent him as an artist on radio? I’m having a hard time understanding how a person could be a fan of someone they have such little faith in.
So, okay, what if the fearful few are right? What if David’s heretofore exquisite musical taste and judgment fail him this time? What if, no matter how amazing this album is, there are no hit singles from it and it enjoys only moderate sales success from his current fan base? Is that going to stop David from making music? His music, his way? Hah, as if.
If we’ve learned anything these past two years it’s that David Archuleta knows exactly what he’s doing and why. He’s in the driver’s seat with his capable man hands gripping the steering wheel,he’s revving the engine and keeping his head held high to soak in every moment of this endless ride. I’m going to try my best to do the same … minus the man hands.
The Other Side of Doom? That would be David.