Ever heard the song by Barry Manilow, “I Made It Through The Rain?”

I’ve been a Taylor Hicks follower since his audition. I’ve tried to figure out why for as long. He has a good voice, though maybe not a classically-trained good voice. He’s a real performer, though maybe a bit spastic – even so, that’s part of his charm. And he’s cute, though certainly not Adonis. So, what is it? Since Manilow is an American Idol supporter, I thought it apropos to use lyrics to one of his lesser-known songs to look into Taylor’s appeal:

We dreamers have our ways/Of facing rainy days/And somehow we survive

Taylor Hicks is just old enough to have been kicked around a bit. He’s played circuit-type, small bar locales of the type many a star-hopeful has played . . . and most that eventually made it, before they were “someone,” played the same nameless bars, fairs, small arenas.

We keep the feelings warm/Protect them from the storm/Until our time arrives

Taylor Hicks has been around long enough to want it, I mean honest-to-gosh-can-taste-it want it. He’s had enough time to dream. He’s had a taste of what it’s like to feel an audience appreciate him for his talent – a high all unto itself. He’s put out a product – his own written music. He’s felt, probably over and over, what it’s like to be “thisclose” to even small-time notoriety. He’s been in that storm of feeling that only an artist – an artist of any sort – knows when he wants to do nothing but live his art, and live for his art. He’s been around long enough to wait for his time to arrive.

Then one day the sun appears/And we come shining through those lonely years

Has it? Has the sun appeared? Time will tell – and that time’s inching closer.

I made it through the rain/I kept my world protected/I made it through the rain/I kept my point of view/I made it through the rain/And found myself respected/By the others who/
Got rained on too

This is what I’ve tried to put my finger on but missed until today, the day of truth, the “crowning” of the 2006 American Idol. This is why I’ve been behind Taylor Hicks since that very first sighting. I believe he’s been there. I believe every word he sings – whether true or not. That doesn’t matter because he makes me believe. He has that ability. It’s that old soul that owns him.

He makes me believe I’ll make it through the rain, too. I’m not a musician but as a writer who’s been published many times, I know what it’s like to be “thisclose” so often I can taste it on the very tip of my tongue. I know how it feels to be on the literary equivalent of American Idol – an unknown skilled writer among too many other unknown skilled writers, reviewed by big name literary agents. If that agent were to pick me, well, I could become the writer’s American Idol.

And Taylor protected his world, as the song says. He’s been criticized for a unique style, for performing whatever music given him any particular week in his own way, not bending to pop star-itis despite the fact that American Idol has been known to brand previous winners. He hasn’t sold out. He started out as Taylor Hicks and all these weeks later, he’s still Taylor Hicks. That’s really his highest achievement.

If Taylor wins tonight, it’ll give me back my sense of wonder. He’s the image of what I think an American Idol should be – someone just old enough, with enough experience to have paid his dues but young enough to still find the thrill in it. Someone unique.

I believe Taylor made it to the spot in which he sits, on the precipice of a fantastic career whether Number One or runner-up, because those of us who’ve “been rained on, too,” in  whatever way – I gave mine but I’m sure other Hicks fans have theirs – respect that old soul that owns him, that old soul that’s served him well, and continues to be his best bet.


You go, Taylor. You’ve definitely made it through the rain.