Tuesday, February 26, 2008
American Idol: The I’m Eating Yellow Curry Edition. Yumm.
Thai Flavor yellow curry with chicken is one of my favorite things in the whole wide world--there is at least one place with curry that’s a little better on the other side of town, but Thai Flavor is damned good and relatively close.
So, while Paula Abdul celebrates her return to a recording career, I’ll be going, “Yummm, dawg. That was very brave curry.”
It’s guy night again--which, last week, was mostly painful. Hopefully tonight will be better. Michael Johns, the new love of my darling’s life, is up first and singing Fleetwood Mac. Not really a great choice and not a particularly good performance. I’d much rather be listening to Lindsey Buckingham sing this with all the emotion that he invested in those lyrics. He’s slipped to karaokeville, which is okay. His beauty will carry him through to next week.
Randy is nice and says that he’s a good singer. Paula says that he’s consistent. “Charismatic, you’re a seasoned performance...” Paula is high. Simon says it was okay, bad song choice, and that he was sort of coasting along. Amen, Simon, speak truth to Paula!
I still say that Jason Castro was pretty close to the top last week, and he’s decent this week, too. Not a great vocal performance--which is to say, not my personal taste--but I think he does what he does very well. What he does is sensitive neo-hippy with politically progressive dreads.
Randy sort of agrees that the vocals aren’t that strong, but that the act was “cute” and “charming”, but that it sounded a little karaoke. Which, what the hell? He thought that MJ was better? Fool. Paula wants him to be more vulnerable as an artist. He wants him to be brave. Simon slammed it big and hard. Heheh. Simon: Big and Hard. “You didn’t do yourself any favors tonight.”
Luke Menard tells us tonight about his a cappella group. Listening to them is even more painful than listening to him on his own. I really don’t think he fits the show--except for the fact that he has a very pretty face--and he certainly doesn’t fit my own taste. He sounds nasally, his performance is reasonably self-assured but not very pop-star-esque. Girl says, “He sounds very theater-y.” Indeed.
Randy likes him better this week than last week. I think he’s just as bad as he was last week. Bad. Paula thinks he had a great week. Proving that Paula is still filled with teh tastelessness. Simon called it a mistake, says that he’s always going to be judged by the original--and that Freddie had charisma while Luke didn’t. “Theatrical” and “whiny.”
Aside: Why am I not blogging the debate tonight? Because the debate matters about as much as American Idol at this point.
I don’t like Robbie Carrico and I don’t care about his drag racing habit. He’s picked a song that should be good for his image, though. “Hot Blooded” is just rock enough to make it unusual on American Idol, but not enough to be scary. In his hands, it’s even more tame than the original. Marginal vocals with a bad bar band performance kills every ounce of sex in the song. Bad. Worst of the night? Maybe, but the competition is proving to be strong.
Randy questions his rock integrity. Calls it “pretty good” but still seems disappointing. Paula defends his authenticity, but tells him that he played it safe and lost his personality. Simon wants him to be less defensive and says the vocal was better than last week. Doesn’t say much else, though.
Danny Noriega was in a punk rock band in ninth grade. Which, yeah…
Oh, God, this is going to hurt. And not in a good way. Noriega is wearing one of Mr. Rogers (PBUH) sweater and singing badly. Bad theatrics, bad vocals, and a poor song choice. What the hell? Goodbye, Mr. Noriega.
Randy didn’t like the vocals and wanted something more natural. Paula says that he has amazing vocal skills, but that he shouldn’t over sing and over think stuff. Simon thinks that it was better than last week’s disaster and that he was over thinking. He also says that he looks great on camera. I thought last week was better because it was more fun.
Aside: I ask again: this was the best they could come up with on the boy side of the gender divide?
Can David Hernandez salvage the night? Wokka wokka. “Poppa Was a Rolling Stone” is an interesting choice--and Hernandez’ voice, while not a perfect fit, isn’t bad at all. He sounds really solid, which is so far better than the others tonight that he could be winning by default. Decent is damned good in this company.
Randy says very nice things. Paula says that his pure voice pierces right through the heart. Which is nice unless you have a heart defect. Simon thinks it was best of the night.
I actually liked David Jaeger’s on the Doobie Bros’ “Long Train Runnin’"--his voice fit the song and, although it still had a some high school theatrics in the performance, it wasn’t that bad. Weird little thing at the end, though.
Randy didn’t like it, though, because he didn’t like the song. “It wasn’t a singer’s kind of song.” He says its pitchy and too karaoke. Paula didn’t like it, either, and considered it too safe in structure. Simon says, “awkward and ordinary.” Ouch.
Chickezie tells us about his name and then sings. And it is so much better than last week that it’s hard to believe (heh) that it was the same guy singing. Most improved since last week, if nothing else. If he keeps this up, he should be around for a while.
Randy loves it. Paula, too. Simon, too. It’s unanimous. Perhaps best of the night while most of the rest are doing their best to grab last place.
Can David Cook keep up the good? Nice to see a little rock guitar in the mix--especially played with a little bit of feeling. I’m glad that they’re allowing musical instruments this year, and he’s one of two that is actually making good use of the fact. I liked it. He’s got a little rock soul in him.
Randy likes it, Paula likes it, Simon thought it was decent but thinks that Cook is a little boring. I can see that, but I think he’ll be in it for a bit. I’m okay with this guy. Simon, well, not so much.
I hate David Archuletta. He’s irritating as hell--every breath he takes, every note he sings, every time he smiles at the camera, I get the same feeling that I get when Fran Drescher talks. It’s almost a physical pain. He is chirpy and twitchy and 100% annoying. He’s even more annoying showing home video of singing to a previous crew of American Idol finalists. I’m sure he practices his sincerity in front of the mirror every night to make sure he gets the right balance between “aww, shucks” and “aren’t I cute?”
And I don’t like the song, either. He makes it slow, it plods, and it bored me.
Everyone loves him except me--including the girl. I forgive her. The rest of you, though, I’m not letting off the hook.