Wednesday, May 14, 2008
American Idol: Good, God I Love Fantasia Edition
Fantasia gives the single freakin’ coolest performance of the American Idol year. Hot, sexy, aggressive, rockin’ stuff. It was, to these old ears, far better than any of the other pro or AI alum performances. Ridiculously better. Most of those songs are lifeless little lumps with musicians that look like they would really rather be somewhere else. Bo Bice being one of the few exceptions. Fantasia, though, came full on with every ounce of energy that she had.
Loved it.
Then the moment was ruined by David Archuleta’s predictably weepy homecoming. When he said that the screaming throngs really made it all worth it, I found myself wondering what precisely he was talking about? Was it the sacrifice of becoming famous, the opportunity to make millions, or the chance to live his (or his dad’s) dreams that was particularly painful for him? Or did I miss something?
Stop crying, kid. Stand up, smile, and stop acting like such an unlikable twerp.
Just sayin’.
At least Syesha comports herself with some level of dignity. Where Archuleta gets on my nerves, Syesha charms. Except for the crying. Which, why the hell is there so much crying on this show?
I didn’t realize that David Cook was an accidental contestant--and, yes, I think that does explain much about his public persona. I personally like that he seems to take the whole experience in stride. Not arrogant at all, but he seems comfortable with himself. I like this guy.
Anyway, his crying moment was minimal. I approve of minimal crying.
Spoiler Below the Line:
Yes, indeed, it is David and David.
Welcome to the boomtown, guys. Sorry. I had to.
Syesha handles the end of her trip beautifully. Girl thinks that Syesha might go on to get a Cover Girl contract in the future. Indeed, she is that pretty, but, no, she was not the most talented of the bunch.
We’ll miss you.
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Well, shit. Now I have to watch next week.
Christ on a cracker, yo.
I might even have to vote next week.
A prisoner for one more week. I was so prepared to be done with it. But, don’t we need to give a shout out to Paula for calling it on Tuesday? Everyone wants to make fun of her, but she had the vision.
Thankfully I was only subjected to the last 10 minutes of the show as my wife and I opted to catch up on Battlestar Gallactica instead of watching the homecomings. Smart move on our part.
I so want to punch David Archuleta, the little twerp. Why do 13 year old girls have so much influence on this show?
As hot as Syesha is (thinking of a Syesha/Kristy Lee sandwich right now...) she wasn’t the most talented. I am a fan of hers, however, because she always comports herself with grace and class. These are rare qualities in today’s 21 year olds and I commend her.
Even if I disliked David Cook--which I don’t--I would still root for him since I dislike the dingleberry so vehemently. I agree with your assessment of Cook 100% so I may have to vote next week, too.
It says something about our country that I feel more strongly about voting for American Idol than for our next president. Barak Obama is the David Archuleta of politics and Hilary Clinton is no Syesha. Just sayin’…
I’m shocked (shocked, I tell you!) that you actually liked Fantasia’s performance. I mean, what the f--- _was_ that? The look on Simon’s face (and even the look on Paula’s face) when they were on camera towards the end of the performance was priceless ... some form of mouth-agape simultaneous horror and confusion. Not only did Fantasia’s backup singers / dancers look and perform better than she could ever hope to, their sung words were semi-intelligible in marked contrast to those of the lead singer. I actually laughed out loud almost the whole time at the spectacle. It’s not even that I’m averse to edgy Black music ... quite the opposite in fact - hell, I have XL Raw on my XM presets in the wife’s car, and Shade 45 on my Sirius presets in mine .... I just honestly (and thankfully) have never heard anything close to whatever that was. Can’t say I cared for it, nope, not one bit.
So wait. Are you telling me you didn’t like that part?
Heheh.
...and I was going to add to the end of that post, “And yes, I’m leaving the door wide open here to the first wiseazz who wants to come along and write, ‘So tell us how you really feel!’” _Knew_ I should’ve done that!
I couldn’t help it, man. I couldn’t.
Anyway, I just watched it again and I still freakin’ love it. It was the R&B equivalent of punk music--a raw, brutal scream complete with more attitude than coherence. And I kind of liked the screaming, too.
I also like that there is about as much buzz about that one performance as there was about the entire show. Love it or hate it, not much middle ground. In a way it’s the polar opposite of most of the performances on the show. Most of the performances are (wisely) geared toward consensus. She may well be the only performer who just went on, put balls out, and played it exactly how she wanted to. That doesn’t make it good, I’ll admit, but it sure as hell wasn’t boring.
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I can bring a ton of energy into taking a dump ... doesn’t mean anyone else will enjoy it. But hey, I know full well that arguing the merits of rocky road vs. vanilla with sprinkles is a useless endeavor at best. Anyway, we both agree that it was pure entertainment, just in different ways ... haha.