We are all brought up with the saying "Never judge a book by its cover", but we do.
Somehow human nature contrives to pigeon hole and stereotype, in an effort to short cut, compartmentalize and defend, rapid decisions. In the 21st century, this has accelerated , by TV and internet, the ease non talent and hyperbole can bubble up to the surface, with ever brash, unrebuked claims, that are as deluded as annoying.
I stopped watching things like X-factor and "Britain's Got talent" simply because in part of that bombardment, and also the show's turgid milking of sentimentality you had to crawl through to get to the Averageness of the act.
But occasionally something gets through and shines a light on all the twisted cynicism, that even I have in abundance when I am in one of my bad shoulder, pile of work, early morning moods.
This bonny Scottish woman, built like a stevedore, who yes, you double-take to check she really isn't a fellah.. and who cheerfully admits that she lives alone with her cats and has never been kissed.... but in a stoic
" well that's life way " .....
She simply walks on stage and blasts every smug sneer out of the auditorium, and invests us all with a good dose of hubris and humility all on the wings of a song : "I dreamed a Dream", from Les Miserable's ( whose ticket sales will now go through the roof again )
Of course the show doesn't miss a trick in the way this is edited, and i'm praying she picked the song and arrangement herself... but even so....this is good honest talent, with a wink of Scottish confidence in its eye, that makes all the no-mark Paris Hilton types, shrivel up and fade in the glow of its magnificence.
This was just the auditions, but I can't see her failing to win... and there is a rumour she is on the way to the Oprah Winfry show as I write... so hold onto your hats America..:))
I deliberately didn't add any photos to this, to prove my point. Just the video Link and the words highlighted that she sings. Now go and watch the tears roll down your cheeks:))
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
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.
Sir Dayvd ( long may i never fail to be amazed ) of Oxfordshire