Okay, this week's American Idol bored me beyond comprehension.
Still, it was better than that Leafs/Senators game. Grrrr.
Here's a little confession: I like Barry Manilow. I'm not talking about his songs, I'm talking about him, or at least, the 'him' we get to see through the media. His songs: meh. He writes good melodies. But he seems like a real nice guy.
Who was first? Diana DeGuarmo? This was her best performance so far, wasn't it? It's been less than 24 hours since, and I cannot, for the life of me, remember her song. I remember the pee I had last night before I went to bed. It was good, though, wasn't it? The song, not the pee (which was good). "Good" being relative to the boring crap she's made us suffer through thus far, of course. Anyway, next:
George Huff: Barry Manilow writes songs with good melodies. George Huff takes Barry Manilow songs and removes the melody from them. Not smart. Second week in a row, George, you let us down. Smarten up, 'kay. Go listen to some Mel Torme this week. Bring us some of that Velvet Fog.
Hawaiin Girl: Her best performance so far. And I think it's the first time she didn't try to stick a tourism ad for Hawaii into her bit. Do the two relate? Anyway, it's her best, but she still doesn't have any chance to win. She'll stay til next week, but no farther.
Jennifer: Okay, I'm not a fan of Jennifer. I can't get past her barely supressed anger, and the fear of a fist punch at any second. But she did a real good job. However, it was with her performance last night that I started to figure out the 'diva' plan. Start the song quiet (too quiet last night, Jenn) and don't worry about how it sounds. Because the only thing that matters is the end, when the song gets kicked up a notch. Last night, when Jennifer kicked her song up a notch, she did a great job. For me, though, I'm all about the song before it gets kicked up a notch. I'm all about the anti-diva.
Crooner John: As John sang last night, at least during the first part of the song, I saw actual emotion coming from John, and sentiment escaping through his lips. Manilow's advice to feel the song and not worry about the notes etc was working! I began to imagine what John would've been like if he'd heard that advice early on in the competition. Imagine if he was told way back when to sing with feeling, not like a robotic martini. That's what I was thinking. Then he lost it. Gone went the emotion. Gone went the sentiment. All that was left was the wide-eyed stares of a deer in the spotlight. For god's sake, America, heed my words this week, and rid my life of this blandness.
LaToya: Another who utilizes the diva plan. Start small and irrelevant, then turn on the voice for the last 40 seconds. Why is it all about the final 40 seconds? Good, but who cares.
Fantasia: I like Fantasia, but I wasn't crazy about her song last night. Nothing wrong with it, but it didn't move me very much. Forcing the audience to get up for the revival meetin' sounds is like trying to rouse the remaining dead-tired stragglers at a party into having more fun at 2:30am by suggesting Trivial Pursuit. Just...go away! Anyway, good, but again, you did not moooove me.
I thought the whole night was blah. Kinda like a Barry Manilow song. I like the guy, though.
The three to stand on the idol icon: John, Hawaiin Girl, and Diana. Hawaiin Girl goes back to the couch of comfort.
Crooner John gets the boot.