Clay Aiken - Invisible (2004)
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Think about this - a television show goes on a talent hunt in a country with a population of a quarter-billion. Multiple auditions net an enormous response at locations spread around the continental states. Producers and judges see countless individuals of varying talent and begin an elimination process to find the most bankable superstar.
Millions of viewers vote on the outcome of this show, and eventually the Chosen One, the last singer standing, is THIS GUY. This freckled, wispy little spright-boy of ambiguous sexuality. Oh, another guy actually wins the competition - a soulful, likeable and ultimately unremarkable cat named Ruben who looks like an unholy love child of Luther Vandross and Jabba the Hutt - but Clay Aiken is the one everyone pays attention to. For a little while.
I don't know. I never got the appeal of this guy... thing... whatever. And Clay's biggest hit, "Invisible," has a disturbing, oddly pathetic stalker motif. Clay likes a girl... guy... thing... who doesn't know he's alive. So he kinda just fantasizes, "I wish I could be a fly on your wall," so "I could just watch you in your room." You have to think famed privacy invader John Aschcroft finds a good deal of personal satisfaction in those lyrics. Of course, he doesn't need to be a fly on the wall. He already has 217 cameras hidden in the unrequited dame's duplex.
The video? Yeah, that's right, that's what we're here to talk about. Well, it's a bunch of shit. Clay lip synchs from an outdoor stage on a shut-down city block for an appreciative audience of teenyboppers, secretaries, interior decorators, a couple hyper-ironic goth kids and, of course, a human Red Rover line of security cops holding back the adoring throng.
Shit. A buncha shit.
Think about this - a television show goes on a talent hunt in a country with a population of a quarter-billion. Multiple auditions net an enormous response at locations spread around the continental states. Producers and judges see countless individuals of varying talent and begin an elimination process to find the most bankable superstar.
Millions of viewers vote on the outcome of this show, and eventually the Chosen One, the last singer standing, is THIS GUY. This freckled, wispy little spright-boy of ambiguous sexuality. Oh, another guy actually wins the competition - a soulful, likeable and ultimately unremarkable cat named Ruben who looks like an unholy love child of Luther Vandross and Jabba the Hutt - but Clay Aiken is the one everyone pays attention to. For a little while.
I don't know. I never got the appeal of this guy... thing... whatever. And Clay's biggest hit, "Invisible," has a disturbing, oddly pathetic stalker motif. Clay likes a girl... guy... thing... who doesn't know he's alive. So he kinda just fantasizes, "I wish I could be a fly on your wall," so "I could just watch you in your room." You have to think famed privacy invader John Aschcroft finds a good deal of personal satisfaction in those lyrics. Of course, he doesn't need to be a fly on the wall. He already has 217 cameras hidden in the unrequited dame's duplex.
The video? Yeah, that's right, that's what we're here to talk about. Well, it's a bunch of shit. Clay lip synchs from an outdoor stage on a shut-down city block for an appreciative audience of teenyboppers, secretaries, interior decorators, a couple hyper-ironic goth kids and, of course, a human Red Rover line of security cops holding back the adoring throng.
Shit. A buncha shit.
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