Somewhere among these hundreds (nearing 2000!!) posts you will find the story of how Richard Barone of the Bongos when just a little tom tom went to a nightclunb to see Tiny Tim with five of his friends. The club wouldn’t let him in as he was underage and they were sitting in the hotel lobby bummed when they see Tiny Tim and tell him what happened.
Tiny Tim went up to Richard’s room and played his entire show for the six of them.
This comes to mind because of the arrogant and loathsome dismissal American Idol’s repulsive judges hit on a gentle and really sweet character, twenty-seven year old Brian Krause, who performed “Tiptoe For The Tulip” for them. It is mindboggling that years after his death the mainstream guardians of hip STILL DON’T GET IT.
Is there no place in America for sweet natured eccentrics… still, still no place for these slightly demented and very gentle people. Why not? Can’t they get the guy to Hollywood. Would it kill em to try and be nicer guys? And if not, must they be so aggressively dismissive. He sang the song as written. But you know what? There isn’t room for the Brian Krause’s of the world in the insulated tedium that is American Idol.