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Christopher Noll/Wylde on Idol

Hey Soul Mates,
last night AI4 got punked by one of my favorite up-and-coming comic actors, Christopher Noll aka Chris Wylde. He was the contestant that said he was a "nanny" then proceeded to improv a rap about all 3 judges and celebrity judge Brandy. The rap was very good and funny. Of course, he wasn't put through, but he was entertaining nonetheless. When he left the audition room, Noll tried to appear pissed and abusive, but having seen his act, I could tell he could barely contain his glee at having got one over on national TV. Even the painfully hip Ryan Seacrest didn't get it. It would not surprise me if his audition winds up as a sketch on his own show. It also would not surprise me in this unironic world that the producers of AI4 were in on the joke.

Chris Wylde has been on a terrifically brutal show called "Film Fakers." On the show, 3 real/amatuer actors are conned into thinking they're making a real film, usually the most Z-grade garbage, with Chris playing the director. I also saw him at a Clipper game and the Staples Center cameramen clearly knew who he was. Which is why it's fantastic that the AI people had no clue who he was. Even this morning on the news, Dorothy Lucie talked about him as if he was some desperate actor "trying to get on TV."
That's the dumbest comment anyone can make about AI or any reality show. These shows exists so people can be on TV. Why are people surprised when participants pull stunts or get outrageous or stupid and then dismiss the contestants? Frankly, it's jealousy, sour grapes or the realization that everyone is a camerawhore waiting to happen. It's hardwired into the culture now: I must be on TV to be validated as a human being. The medium is the message. The message is "I am now immortal."

If you have a dream, pursue it to the best of your ability. Get on TV if that's what your goal is. Just remember, the world is watching.

Love, Power, Peace

Comments

Anonymous said…
the producers were NOT in on it. and yes, i could hardly contain my glee! you got it right on the money. thanks for your kind words and support, you are obviously a wise and mature person easily able of mind and body.

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