Kelly Clarkson took the stage Sunday night at the Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic City behind a floor-to-ceiling scrim filled with tabloid clippings and newspaper articles. As her band built the slow swell of "Dark Side," red block letters several times Clarkson's height plucked out bullet points from the whirl of gossip. One read, "30 & Still Single," another, simply, "Fat." Just before the curtain rose, one final jab: "Failure."
There's a sense in which failure - romantic, personal, and even professional - is the cornerstone of Clarkson's success. Crowned the first American Idol champion before anyone knew what that meant, she went on to become the show's biggest success story, selling 12 million copies of her second album, Breakaway. A very public battle with her record label over the direction of her next album (the dark-hued My December) followed, as did a tour that had to be scaled down due to slow ticket sales. "Dark Side" notwithstanding, Clarkson has stopped taking herself quite so seriously. But her songs are still full of lines that, less exuberantly delivered, might give cause for concern.