Susan Boyle is now a Global phenomenon, over 5 million people have watched her video in 4 days, setting a new Youtube record, and its already on the top list of ALL TIME most viewed videos, just after 4 days...
At the time of this post, a few days later, it has reached 12 million views, 60.000 comments, and 5 comments made EVERY SECOND
People are crying all around the world, from public persons such as Demi Moore and more blogging about it, to newspapers all over the world.
Its grown to such a strange phenomenon, so fast.. why are we all crying? I think Susan Boyle is like an pure "angel", in a world of shallow entertainment, and we are all sick to death with people like Paris Hilton and what not...
As a newswriter so beautifully put it :
'Britain's Got Talent' breakout Susan Boyle:
Why we watch...and weep
Apr 14, 2009, 07:33 PM | by Lisa Schwarzbaum
I'm still stuck on Susan Boyle, and still weeping. I suppose that's so 24 hours ago, and I should be thinking instead about how Mel Gibson's divorce might affect his box-office cred with conservative Catholics. Instead, I play the YouTube clip over and over of Boyle, the frumpy, middle-aged British lady who marched out on the stage of the national TV show Britain’s Got Talent this past weekend. She bided her time through the judgmental hoots and snickers of the studio audience and judges (headed by international snickerer-in-chief Simon Cowell). She sang "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables. And she brought a worldwide audience to their feet -- to her feet -- with the grandeur of her voice.
I'll get back to pondering how Vin Diesel's future might change with the success of Fast & Furious soon enough, but right now I'm pondering why the experience of watching and listening to Ms. Boyle makes so many viewers cry, me among them. And I think I've got a simple answer, at least for me: In our pop-minded culture so slavishly obsessed with packaging -- the right face, the right clothes, the right attitudes, the right Facebook posts -- the unpackaged artistic power of the unstyled, un-hip, un-kissed Ms. Boyle let me feel, for the duration of one blazing showstopping ballad, the meaning of human grace. She pierced my defenses. She reordered the measure of beauty. And I had no idea until tears sprang how desperately I need that corrective from time to time.
Yep. Simple as that. That's why I weep. What's your excuse?'
http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2009/04/susan-boyle-why.html
