I’m not the biggest fan of
Idols. In fact, I’m not a fan at all. But unfortunately,
it’s Idols season in the tropics and life, as we know it, was never going to be the same again, beginning Sunday 6th April. Early Monday morning, my boss—yes, contrary to perceived impressions, I hold a day job—asked me a seemingly innocent question: “Did you watch
Idols Africa?” And before I could share my weekend’s experiences, he retorted: “It’s shit, man!”
If
Idols Africa won’t bring us the “next big thing” it promises, then it has succeeded beyond doubt in riskily exposing us to Africa’s
deadly talent, in addition to the biggest bunch of weirdos in African television history since Ofunneka drunkenly shagged Richard’s leg on that Saturday afternoon in BBA2. I remember seeing, to my consternation and distress,
a grown man with a three day old beard and a badly thrown on blonde wig attempting to sing in a falsetto and generally carrying himself like a woman, minus the boobs of course. I think it was in the Kenyan auditions. Then there was the
twerp in the Tanzanian auditions who, despite the most repugnant rendition of Jim Reeves ever caught on camera, did not see the irony in the judges applauding his performance, and even gleefully approached their table when one of the judges admonished him to “Come on”. But I digress…
It all started with American Idol. The judges on this show are a crass (and some say very angry) Englishman in Hollywood called
Simon Cowell, who seems to have nothing good to say about anyone at any given time; an over-the-hill diva called
Paula Abdul, who apparently used one of the shows to promote the video of her upcoming single, fresh from her
lip-syncing catastrophe at Super Bowl XLII, and renowned bassist, singer, songwriter and record producer
Randy Jackson. The first thing that strikes you about these judges is their distinct idiosyncrasies; Simon is the cocky insensitive one, and Randy balances him off on the other end of the spectrum. Paula Abdul brings the feminine touch to the party, and is pretty much the middle-ground judge.
Apart from being a cheap knock-off of American Idols, Idols Africa leaves a feeling of general hollowness, not unlike a premature ejaculation. More so after the promotion blitz it received. For starters, the judges are clones of their American counterparts, what with
Scar (Hip Hop sensation, Botswana) mimicking Simon’s insensitive mannerisms to the T,
TK (Record Producer, Zambia) feigning all appearance and demeanour of Randy and
Angela (Radio DJ, Kenya) trying her best to muster the best impression of Paula Abdul she possibly can.
The first leg of the seven-country audition tour began in Kenya. I have always maintained that
Kenyan women just can’t sing; when they step up to the mic, eight times out of ten you will hear the throatal crooning that has made many a genge girl famous. That is not singing, I’m afraid.
And the menfolk didn’t fare any better. From the gentleman who set off with a rather high-pitched rendering of Da’Ville's “Always on my mind” —thankfully he didn’t get past the first stanza on account of the judges’ guffaws—to the psycho who came in playing a guitar behind his back, all the while whining about his mum being broke, it was a farce, I tell you.
Now if you thought the Kenyan auditions were a travesty,
enter the Tanzanian auditions. All my years of life never prepared me for this trauma. The minute I heard the TZ auditions, I asked myself: do these Idols listen to the same songs I listen to? Half the time
the lyrics were completely alien, and the saddest part of the whole debacle was that most of the Idols did not even understand the judges’s criticism.
For those who managed to get past the
rambling and grumbling that ostensibly passes for singing in Tanzania (the show’s host made it a point to informing us viewers that Freddie Mercury, arguably the greatest rocker of the 20th Century, was born in Tanzania; Zanzibar to be precise. Would Tanzania repeat this achievement with
Idols Africa, he posed) getting into what the general world considers as singing was a far more daunting task. You’d be forgiven for thinking that they were auditioning for “Bongo Flava Idol”, because I did not see an
iota of “popness” in those performances. And I’m still waiting to see the “wow factor” that has come to be the must-use password for shows such as these. The biggest spectacle of the night was the gent who informed the judges that he was performing an R&B piece, and promptly
broke into traditional song-and-dance, complete with all the moves and gestures of a traditional healer, or more accurately, perhaps, a rainmaker. All in all, Tanzania managed a whooping four Golden tickets out of the thousands who came for the audition, while formidable neighbour Kenya harvested 13.
Which only strengthens my argument that Africans are not cut out for this sort of thing. If it’s going to be a competition, please don’t judge us on concepts that are entirely alien. My point is this: Idols (complete with it’s “wow factor”) may work for the American market, but in Africa, it’s a
downright sham. In the end, my experience with
Idols Africa is that it is corny and
dangerously bordering on the ridiculous. But still, tonight I plan to watch the Uganda auditions, for the comedy value more than anything. Then there’s Zambia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Botswana… oh dear.
Comments
As opposed to trying to force everyone into a narrow pigeonhole why not use it to showcase the beautiful unique elements of Africa - e.g. if you put the guy who did the R&B thing into a war song, or rugby cheer song album...we might have a different story.
PS: Speaking as a Kenyan, South Africans are the best vocalists in our continent, hands down!
My 0.02
But really, I agree with you in that why should Africans have to follow what the Americans do? Why not have a singing show styled in YOUR own way instead of mimicking the Americans? The Idol style may suit them, but if it doesn't suit Africans, then so be it. I bet that there are great singers in that continent (which I wish to visit one day...), though they may not fit the American Idol bill. I hope to be able to hear Africans singing the way they know how, and the best that they can, too. Americans aren't the best people in the world. We've gotta get that out of our minds and our consciousness (me included).
Okay, I've said enough :) Here's to you and other Africans!
Adelynne [from Malaysia]
I agree fully with your sentiments on the Idols auditions. What a comedy! I penned an article on the same too. We have the same thoughts especially about the AI judges.
am hurt when we say we cant sing and yet we are gifted in music,there are many out there with undiscovered talents,the best musicians are actualy from african origin...