Like any West Coast person with a passing interest in American Idol -- curious enough to know who won, not committed enough to watch two hours of filler -- I checked CNN.com a little after 7 pm.
Congratulations, Taylor Hicks. I say this with some amusement, because I'm thinking about those poor record producers who now have to make a marketable Taylor Hicks album. (I've got a mild case of McPheever, but part of me wished that Elliott Yamin joined Taylor in the finals to create a music honcho's ultimate nightmare.)
My guess is that Taylor's appeal is mostly visual, and by that I mean that America enjoys watching him convulse as he performs. (I'm not knocking the act; Joe Cocker had a lucrative career doing something similar.) But will that enjoyment translate to a CD track?
It wouldn't be so bad if his presumably pop album got an infusion of gospel and blues. But I'd probably restrict his use of the harmonica to one song. (I'm getting this nagging feeling that we'll be subjected to an unnecessary remake of "Life is a Highway.")
As a white Southern soul man, he has some crossover potential. Not like Elvis, though he'll certainly be hyped that way. And the purple jacket? Gotta see more of that. Say, let's call the album Jacket Required. Taylor, if you can get your handlers to agree to that, I'll write my very first song and let you sing it. I've already got a title: "What the hell is a Sussudio?"