Peace at last.
In my recent forced exposure to “American Idol” — I’m not watching for kicks and jollies — I’ve been continually annoyed by the free ride of Jason Castro, the mewling, frustratingly decaffienated rasta-lite who finally went home last night. But it only happened after he committed a cardinal sin — screwing up the lyrics. Furthermore, he screwed up Bob Dylan lyrics. Why not just blow the words for Francis Scott Key at the next Inaugural?
So, goodbye Jar Jar, and good luck with your future of singing reggae versions of Peter Frampton warhorses. And Syesha … well, the race is already determined, your campaign coffers are being depleted, and you’re loaning yourself money to stay afloat to the next primary. Your only hope is that either David Cook or Archuleta shows up next week, disheveled and confused, and sings Motorhead’s “The Ace of Spades” as a torch song.
May 8th, 2008 at 10:34 am
David Cook singing “Ace of Spades” as a torch song isn’t at all outside the realm of possibility.
I gotta say, as a pure machiavellian exercise, Syesha has been the overachiever of the season. She’s stayed just on the bubble, then come up with the big moments just in time to save her skin. Her (genuine) emotionial breakdown after singing Sam Cooke was a nice tv moment and guaranteed that she wouldn’t be undone by all the girls who voted for Castro because he was the boyfriend on “Cheyenne.”
I’d love it if she took out Archuletta next week.
May 8th, 2008 at 10:58 am
wow. george. that was a fun review to read. the acid is burning my eyes.