Like a kiss, interrupted, Constantine is taken from us far too soon.
Tonight Constantine Maroulis ended his American Idol journey, and part of our journey---the part he took us on in his own unique, charming and disarming way---now ends, too.
For those who love him, and I think that is not too strong a word for their connection with him, I can only say "I'm sorry." Over the years, many fans of American Idol have experienced what you are feeling now, but your time has come much too soon.
Yes, yes, we can talk about how this is a beginning and not an end, how tomorrow is another day, how sometimes losing in the short-term works out better than winning in the long-term. That's all true. But it's also true that that all sounds only like drivel and platitudes and bunk in this moment.
Even for those who were not devoted fans of Constantine, I think there is a recognition that something inexplicable has happened.
Of course, there is an explanation, or several. But all I really want to say right now is that I believe American Idol---as a television show and as a singing competition---will be poorer this season for having lost Constantine so early.
Other contestants, undoubtedly talented and fetching, might come and go and, the week after they are gone, their last name is "Who?" They are forgotten.
I don't believe that will be Constantine's fate. And his absence from the show, far from being unnoticed in the weeks ahead, leaves a final five that---at least as it stands now---is like a song without a strong hook. Moreover, Constantine's too-early departure will create a jumble of wierd and vaguely (or not so vaguely) acrimonious dynamics in AI-fandom, sapping some of its good-time sheen. As AI history proves, that is nothing to look forward to.