By now, I'm sure even your slightly senile neighbor Bertha has heard of Susan Boyle. It trumps Somalian pirates, economic chaos, and even the newset addition to the Obama household, Bo'bama. Larry King managed to snag this singing sensation for "Larry King Live." For those of you who have been living in a cave, please click this link.
Boyle, 47, has done the impossible--rising from complete obscurity from a small town nested in the British Isles, to win the hearts of the world.
What I ask is this--why the shock, the complete and utter disbelief that an overweight and homely middle-aged British woman cannot hum "Happy Birthday," let alone belt a power-ballad from Les Miserables. Audience members began first to applause, then stand, then cheer, as a national hero was being birthed before their very eyes.
This isn't the first time this has happened. In a previous season of "Britain's Got Talent," a lowely man by the name of Paul Potts told the judges (scowling Simon Cowell included) that he was going to sing "Nessum Dorma," one of the most famous tenor arias of all time, from Giacomo Puccini's celebrated opera Turandot. The judges were again doubting Thomases. Not a one expected an uneducated British man to be able to pronounce an Italian syllable, let alone create a moving work of music and art.
What is it about these unassuming, ordinary people that instill so much doubt in audiences? The answer is as obvious as Tyra Bank's very fake hair color. We (that is to say, scholars and followers of the media) have been programmed to believe only the thin, lovely, and avant-garde have any idea of what art is, and indeed--how to perform it. Beauty comes in unexpected places, but when a society-ordained "fugly" Scotswoman belts out Schönberg--is this cause for media exploitation and international acclimation?
Just a thought.
Just a thought.
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