Even if you've never watched an episode of "American Idol," you know who he is: the underdog-turned-hero, William Hung. Once, your average Berkeley engineering student from China, now, he is a superstar creating a cult of fans.
You would be lying if you said you haven't seen him on TV or even seen someone do an impression of him. From "American Idol" rerun specials, to talk shows, to my sorority sister who performs a new song at every meeting-people are falling in love with the toothy, college co-ed.
His debut album, Inspiration is a cover album, but it won't make artists such as The Eagles, Phil Collins, R.Kelly, and of course, Ricky Martin, run to court suing.
Hung's album is comedic, but not in the Weird Al Yankovic sort of way-his voice is so ridiculously horrible, you don't know whether to laugh at him or with him in pity.
"I Believe I Can Fly" is the most painful song to listen to. You cringe every time he hits a moderately high note, but when you realize he is singing with so much passion, it's a bit easier to uncover your ears.
Hung has made every effort to inject his infectious personality into the CD and even included inspirational thoughts. Exhibit A: "I may not be the best singer in the world, but I sing from my heart, and I sing with passion. I enjoy what I do-not for money, not for fame. I just enjoy singing."
Somehow, hating Hung can make you inhuman.
Hung won't likely record another album and will be forgotten as soon as the real American Idol of season three is chosen. But, Hung can really sell his genuine nature, and win the hearts of sappy suckers who feed into the wholesome, lovable image.
Now, excuse me while I pin-up his poster in my room.
Reach the reporter at rekha.muddaraj@asu.edu.
