First: A little housekeeping. Every time I see that espresso drip up there, I am filled with joy. I'm still working on fixing up a couple of things on this new design, so I appreciate your comments about the text.
Let's take a vote concerning readability of the text. Pretend you're in the eye doc's office getting that exam where you have a giant wheel stuck on your face. OK now,
"Which is better, 1 or 2?"
1. This is American Idol.
2. The night belonged to Chikezie.
Did I just say that? Yep. Chikezie was off the heezie. (Outdated but rhymes nicely.) One of my favorite parts of this show which also occurred in the last show was the quick shot of Chikezie's family after he was declared safe last week and after he "smashed it," as Randy said, this week. I think it's Chikezie's mother or grandmother who throws up her hands and says, "Praise Jesus!" and some other unintelligible phrases. It was like a little church service happening in that row. It's very sweet, but it also makes me laugh because she looks like someone has been healed or the church just got a huge bequeathment right at the end of the year. I have replayed that moment several times. Ahhh, Tivo.
I loved Chikezie's unmitigated humble joy and Ryan's nuttiness to underscore it. I love this show.
I agree with the judges' observations about Ramiele's performance: catnap time. It was like a lullabye. Seriously, my thoughts drifted to other stuff besides the show during her number, which is not a good sign if that happened to the rest of America. The whole thing reminded me of Parker Posey's Dairy Queen speech in Waiting for Guffman:
been workin' here at the D.Q. for about, um... eight months? Seven? I don't know, somethin' like that, it's fun. Just do the cones... make sundaes, make Blizzards, 'n... put stuff on 'em, 'n... see a lot of people come in, a lot of people come to the D.Q... burgers... ice cream... anything, you know? Cokes... just drive in and get a Coke ... if you're thirsty.
Jason Castro: "If I Fell in Love with 'Hugh'?" I seriously think he pronounced "you" that way every time. All I could think of was this Hugh. America: does Jason secretly heart Hugh?
David Cook: I have tried to stay away from the hair, but I can no longer restrain myself. What is up with that comb-over? It's like someone sprayed a hose from the back and blasted his hair forward. I am married to a bald man who shaves off what he does have around the sides or leaves it barely there. Jorge embraces his baldness. He has made me sensitive to the comb-over, which is why I also don't like flat, sweeping bangs to the side on women. They remind me of Donald Trump. But since this is a singing competition, I have to give him credit. He's getting better and better.
Kristy Lee Cook is the opposite of David. She looks great but sings poorly. Oh, I guess she sings all right, but I am not a country fan, so it's hard for me to appreciate her style, especially the treatment (not even going to say arrangement) of "Eight Days a Week." [tiny wince of pain at the recollection]
David Archuleta: Oh how sad. I hope people don't send him home for having a middle-aged menopausal moment.
My final comment is about Amanda Overmyer, honors graduate of the Janis Joplin School of Musical Styling, apparently located somewhere in rural Indiana. I actually enjoyed her performance tonight for the first time ever. I was feeling all nice about myself liking her and being open-minded, until she did that corny Devil's Fingers thing with her tongue out like a 14 year-old boy in a garage band. If you're going to do Devil Fingers, at least put on a nice pantsuit and put your tongue back in your mouth, as demonstrated so elegantly here by LB: