Why Did We Cry When Susan Boyle Sang?

I know the Susan Boyle story has become a media saga, from the huge internet reaction to the Britain’s Got Talent performance to the pressure, stress, and collapse and politicians jumping on the bandwagon, up to and including the local council thinking about putting up a statue in her home town of Blackburn and a TV appearance pushing President Obama off the TV schedules

But still, I find myself thinking about what it was that moved us when we first heard her sing.

Just in case you haven’t seen it, here’s the video clip (sorry I can’t embed it, you’ll  need to watch on YouTube)

So, Why Did We Cry When Susan Boyle Sang?

Maybe in part it’s the lyrics, reminding us of a time when we were…

…young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

Maybe we remember Thoreau, and think that we don’t want to take our own song with us when we go – whether it’s sung, told, written, painted, lived.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Maybe it’s got something to do with possibility.

  • The potential we see in others, and want to help make real
  • The judgements we make about others – and ourselves – and what happens when we let those judgements go
  • The dreams we hold inside, and remember we’re not (yet) too old for
  • The sense that things we thought were impossible are maybe just a little bit closer than we imagined

I know the emotions are cliched, the programme hackneyed, the story over spun and yet still there’s something about this video, this performance, this song, that gets to me.  That got to millions of us.

What do you think it was?  Was it something to do with waking up to a collective sense of what’s possible?

This post is a contribution to the theme of possibility, a topic I’m exploring in July and August.