Thursday, February 14, 2008
“THIS… is a MERICAN Idol.”
Don’t you love the way Ryan says that?
So now we have our top 24. You who are squeamish about dismal performances can breathe again and actually open your eyes and come out from behind that pillow.
Those of us who have been watching since show one can feel our team loyalty juices starting to flow. I already have favorites; do you? And none of them have blue tongues.
Yes, you read that right. Blue tongues. Or greenish. Did anyone else notice that when several contestants held long notes that their tongues had a strange hue?
Are they giving out blue popsicles back stage?
If I were one of the blue-tongued ones, I would just be dying. Here you are on national television, having the moment of your life, and you go to belt out Bryan Adams “Everything I Do,” and you look like a 7 year-old at the school carnival. I could not pay full attention to the performances for looking at those strange tongues and wondering why, in such a big-ticket production, somebody somewhere didn’t say, “Bring in the tongue scraper!”
Back to favorites. Mine are:
Brooke White (She’s the Carole Kingish blonde who has never seen an R rated movie [I wonder if she’s from the denomination I grew up in?]) and Michael Johns (the Aussie who is so good he’ll probably get a contract whether he wins or not) and David Archuleta, the 17 year-old who has a history of vocal cord problems but has the smoothest voice. I also like David Hernandez. Someone named Luke Menard is from Crawfordsville, Indiana, but I have no idea who he is. But, he's a Hoosier and all that, so Rah-Rah.
I don’t care for Carly Smithson, the Irish girl. At first her tattoos and crazy riffs and runs distracted me, but last night her green tongue was the weirdest thing of all. And Amanda Overmyer of Mulberry, Indiana, is the stereotypical rocker chick. Everyone’s ga-ga over her Janis Joplin sound, but Simon said, and I agree, that you already know how every song of hers will sound—like Janis Joplin. But since she's a Hoosier, Rah.
In the very first show, I really liked Kristy Lee Cook who sang Amazing Grace a capella (albeit with too many vocal acrobatics for my taste). She seemed so unassuming and beautiful and talented. At the end of the show, each contestant did an impromptu dance as the voice-over announced the 24, and when Kristy Lee busted her moves, I was embarrassed. It was raunchy. Hard to reconcile those moves with Amazing Grace.
The big news of the night was the shut-down of Josiah Leming, the 16 year-old living in his car, traveling around trying to make a name for himself, crying in every episode. The poor kid cried when he was happy, grateful, sad … it just became hard to take. He was a little on the cocky side and had an affected British accent which was hilarious, but still, I’m a mom, and it hurt me to see him hurt when they cut him loose. I’m all soft like that, ya know.
Anyway, it’s another season of quirky personalities, great talent (although some disagree), and the hyperboly-est hyperbole, with Randy and Paula being behind certain contestants “one billion” “one hundred million” “one trillion” “one hundred million trillion” percent.
Ahh, it just doesn’t get better than that. Except for this: