Siobhan. I have never watched American Idol except in occasional blips when my daughter's had it on telly.
When I have caught it, I find it to be a rather cruel show like many of these competition shows seem to be.
That being said, last week was glorious and sunny, and I decided to finally get out and take photos of all the banners around town supporting Siobhan. At the vet a few weeks ago, my son, John and Susan (our vet and his wife) were reminiscing about the high school days when Anthony would be jamming in the basement with Colin, Rory and Mike, while Siobhan ran around upstairs chasing Colin's younger brother Miles. Molly came home from school one day in high school and said to me, "remember Anthony's friend, Rory? you should hear his sister sing -- she should be on American Idol." And so here she is today, a big girl on American Idol. Marching to the beat of her own drum. Which is very hard to do in our culture with more "I don't get you Simons" out there than "this is who I am Siobhans."
Perhaps Simon would "get her" if he knew the context of this place called Cape Cod, where Siobhan is from. I left for almost twenty years, and when I came back I felt like Rip Van Winkle. Many of the players were older but they were the same players running the show. And when they weren't the same, it didn't matter -- it was still the same act, just a different face and name. Sometimes, I feel like an outsider here among the SUV and hydrangea painting fans. But there is an underground offbeat culture that permeates the backside of this peninsula and that is where I feel most at home. I've found it through music, dance, nature, offbeat cafes and other venues of creativity. I seek the subculture out as best I can.
There's a dusky mauve Cape in Marstons Mills with a big banner for Siobhan in the yard -- possibly her house, as it looks like a house that has lots of kids and energy (she has about 5 siblings). It's a burst of magic in the midst of the mediocre. Many years ago, when I first saw her dad at one of the boys' concerts on the town green, I was thrilled to see a long-haired, tattooed sleeves guy (also a musician). The whole family is a quirky, talented and creative blend of renegade Cape Cod natives, something I've sorely missed. It's good to still find it here.
** You might have to click on the collage to see the whole thing...