Wednesday, May 24, 2006
American Idol: Yeah, That Was a Low Blow
So, what, one of those guys performing with Live wasn’t Chris Daughtry?
Huh. Who knew?
Update: Holy dang, Kellie Pickler just gets cuter. It isn’t love, but it’ll do…
Update to the Update: Er, in case the g-phrase is reading this: just kidding.
A Meatloaf Oriented Aside: “Bob had bitch tits.” Which was in no way funnier than the Katharine-Meatloaf duet from hell. But only one of them was meant to be funny.
A More Gratuitous Aside While the Ads Are Playing: Andy’s watching the not-quite-live show, too.
Almost Bored Critique: Is it just me or does American Idol seem to last about as long as a contemporary Presidential race? Luckily, the bad performances (on American Idol, that is) make it fun enough to keep watching. Re-visiting the wacky, the attention seeking, and the just plain awful makes for a mighty big giggle or two.
Updated Idolatry: So, yeah, about Dave Hoover. Lower the dosage, okay?\
Extra Gratuitous Aside While the Ads Are Playing: Indeed, there was happiness for the blogger formerly known as Zombyboy. (Oh, and be careful, because she knows stuff that I don’t know yet. She’s got the ESP, I tell ya.)
Irritated Update: So the boys singing a string of old hits in a kind of homage to karaoke is mostly annoying. If you’re watching on TiVo, this would be a good part to fast forward through…
Really Irritated Aside: Why the hell doesn’t someone buy me a brand new Mustang convertible? I’m pretty darned worthy.
A Happier Update: Elliott Yamin doesn’t quite do U2’s song “One” justice, but Mary J. Blige does--at least, it did after a tiny bit of a rough start. Cool earrings, too. Seriously, though, putting two singers on stage who tend to over sing their parts and who probably haven’t had a lot of rehearsal time together is sort of dangerous, don’t you think?
I Hate Those Ads Aside: I want to send a message to Big Tobacco tonight. An unequivical message that I might even type in ALL CAPS just so I get my point across. DAMNIT, BIG TOBACCO, I AM FOR SALE. And my price is relatively low. Inquire inside for special deals.
None of which makes me like contemporary country music any more than I did yesterday.
Creepy Update: The Clay Aiken makes a surprise appearance with the strange Clay Aiken-alike guy has to stand as one of the oddest moments ever in live television.
Eye-Glazed, Wondering How Long This Can Last and How Many Somewhat Celebrities Can be Trotted Across the Screen While I Wait for This Thing to be Over: Are we there yet?
Admission of Enjoyment Update: I have to admit: the Prince special appearance was fun. That tiny li’l guy is fun to watch.
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The Clay Aiken makes a surprise appearance with the strange Clay Aiken-alike guy has to stand as one of the oddest moments ever in live television.
And, for one of them, probably the stickiest moment too.
That was so wrong.
Yeah, but which one is sticky? Admit it, you don’t know either.
Your proffer of services to Big Tobacco is one of those things I wish I’d thought to write. Dammit, I’m for sale, too!
Don’t worry. Once I’m done negotiating my deal, I’ll put in a good word for you.
Let ‘em know they can even pay me in cigarettes. I’m not at all sure what they’re getting in return here…
That’s a good point--your deal might be pretty hard to put together.
I was morally obligated to watch from my room (while working - I’m a day behind and that has nothing to so with having to wear dirty drawers for my first day onsite) simply because I knew that my wife was watching. Thankfully I was able to mute the TV and focus on my work. Surprisingly, the work was more enjoyable (which is not to say that the work was enjoyable at all, if you know what I mean…
That Pickler chick needs to go away. “Cuter”? Are you on crack?
The whole Claygasm was just weird. In a creepy sort of way.
So, I’m supposed to be impressed that all of the top two finishers from each season have sold at least 1 million albums? There were 63 million votes cast! Selling 1 million albums under those circumstances pretty-much means that you suck.
Speaking of sucking - Taylor sucks. I’ve disliked him since the first day of the season. The fact that he won says something, I’m just not sure what.
Cute as hell, I tell you.
As long as she doesn’t open her mouth, that is.
The top two finishers each sold over 1 million albums? Bull. Just try finding anyone who owns a Justin Guarini CD.
Actually, yeah, the only runner-up with a platinum album is Clay Aiken. Bo Bice might make it, though, his debut has been certified gold. I think the “1 million” number was thrown out by Clive Davis and was definitely an aggregate of album and single sales, and it might even have included things like the sales of the AI official season album.
Anyway, he pumped up the numbers a bit.
I didn’t watch season 2, but somehow the fourth place finisher from that year (some kid named Josh Gracin) mananged to move 600k copies of his album.
Just try finding anyone who owns a Justin Guarini CD.
I think Kate’s projecting…
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