while we lost track of time in dreams of grandeur

Okay, here's where I go a big rubbery one.



Damn if this ain't some effective (and affective) television.

It occurs to me that something this touching would be incredibly hard to recreate in a scripted moment, especially since the kind of person inclined to try is likely the type to heavy-hand his/her own grocery lists and probably wouldn't be able to resist turning this kind of thing into full-blown Mr. Holland's Opus-level schmaltz. I'm not a fan of reality TV in general, but in this case, because it's real, something magical is able to happen unadulterated. I'm distrustful of the editing, but I still love watching Simon's reactions, genuine or not, first after the music starts, and then after Paul starts singing.

To be sure, the Aerosmith is an unnecessary buzzkill, but the clip still gives me chills every time I watch it.