Is it just me, or does this season seem longer than its predecessors? Perhaps it was the whole Sanjaya saga. Or maybe it’s due to the fact that, just three weeks into it, the likely front-runners were so clearly established as to make the weekly “competition” a meaningless ritual.
At least last night was a bit more fun than usual, thanks to the distraction of Paula’s hallucinogenic-inspired French Maid uniform and the fact that, at least this time she couldn’t deny being on drugs.
Unfortunately, the only surprise of the evening involved just how appallingly awful the winning song from the “Songwriting Contest” – “This is My Now” — was. As one wag asks:
Why not just drop the last ”w” in the song title and call it ”This Is My No”?
Can I get an Amen?
What’s that — I’ve skipped over Blake and Jordin’s first two songs just to focus on that one, final, awful song at the end? That’s right. I didn’t find anything in either of their first two performances to be worth mentioning. But, ok, for those of you who didn’t catch Idol last night, it went like this:
Blake outdid himself by rehashing his earlier rendition of Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name,” complete with the exact same robot-juke box choreography and beat boxing. This time it was a bit more energetic, which might explain why his later cover of Maroon 5’s “She Will Be Loved” was the audio equivalent of Excedrin PM with a warm milk chaser.
Jordin’s rendition of Christina Aguilera’s “Fighter” demonstrated that the girl with the megawatt smile can, indeed, rock. If you consider Christina Aguilera a “rocker.” Which I don’t. And, like Blake, it sounded as if Jordin had put it all out there on her first tune because her second, “Broken Wing,” damn near finished Blake’s work at putting me to sleep.
As Simon pointed out, the competition has come down to one who is a great performer and one who is a great singer. And the difference between them is vast as demonstrated when each took their turn singing that awful, awful “Now” song.
Refraining from beat boxing, Blake didn’t do anything to improve upon a crappy tune and, judging by his manic jumping up and down midway through the song, even he couldn’t wait for it to be over.
And then Jordin sang. The mark of someone with truly gifted vocals: being able to turn even that hideous tune into something moving and, although not memorable, at least a bit less excruciating.
My prediction: Jordin.
And now, in other Idol news…
Kellie Pickler’s father was arrested. Again. Poor girl — her acorn has fallen a long way from the tree. Pity she can’t use some of her earnings to put her father in a nice, padded luxury apartment where he can cease being an embarrassment to her as well as himself.
Did anyone else catch the “if-looks-could-kill” glare that Melinda Doolittle gave Jordin during her final performance last night? I never did by the “aw, shucks I’m so humble” crap.
Daughtry predicts tonight’s winner is…. his band.
John Mayer doesn’t think much of Carrie Underwood. I always did like him.
And finally, last year’s winner, Taylor Hicks (yeah, Taylor who?), is touring… and playing in pretty much the same kind of venues he played before winning American Idol. County fair, anyone?