American Idol-Week One

OK folks-sorry it's my addiction. I will have to blog about it. Here we go-Season 7's Top 12 took to the new stage and sang out of the McCartney/Lennon Songbook. What an amazing honor. How did the night go-well here is my perspective:

First off let's start off with my Season 7 confession...only a few people are privy to this information. Mom, Katie and Mel. But I have to confess. It would not be right to blog about Idol and not tell you this...I have a major crush on Ryan. I know...I know. How you must say? Here is how I justify it...Ryan is the guy in high school whose locker was next to you.... or the guy at work who you tell all your dirty secrets to and one day you wake up in a night sweat and say "Oh my God...I'm in love with X." That's what happened. After six years of "Seacrest out" and the ridiculous staged banter with Simon, it just happened. Maybe it was his genuine concern for Dick Clark on New Year's Rockin' Eve. Maybe it's the fact that he hosts American Top 40 every Sunday. I can't explain it. It just is. OK now you know, although I have to admit if Dunkelman was still a host, I doubt he would have rubbed off on me the way Ryan has.

Here it was-two hours to kick off the Top 12. Mom and I were discussing that the fact the show is two hours on a school night is just uncool. This is why I also have a beautiful relationship with the DVR. That bad boy makes sure I can rip through all of the commercials, the Fox TV plugs, the annoyance of the come ons for The Moment of Truth and of course tonight-the drivel of Eliot Spitzer soliciting a prostitute and the utter excitement for such awesome gossip news on the faces of Rossanna and Ernie.

And then the show starts and I get really excited and Ryan comes out and does one very annoying thing....introduces the judges. Mom actually pointed this out to me too. I mean do we need to go through them one by one? Does America forget? Even the people who live in areas of this world in a house made out of palms and without running water are aware of the Idol judges. We can cut out this useless three minutes. I mean it literally is the same. "Say 'hi' to Randy Jackson." Then Randy says "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah" and flashes some gang symbols which I am positive he never flashed while playing a mean bass for Journey. Paula swallows the rest of her pain meds and waves over-enthusiastically to the camera and then they shoot to Simon and he scowls, Ryan makes a dumb joke and the night starts.

What really gets me about this show is how much the contestants only care about what Simon has to say. He truly controls the show. Randy and Paula after telling a contestant they are "pitchy" can literally tell that same person that their mother is a back alley whore and the contestant nods and looks towards Simon with absolute dread. It makes me laugh.

Some highlights: Chikeze was pretty good. Usually I am not a fan of the one named artists. His vest was so cool I am hoping it comes in Preston sized.

Carly was very good although I don't understand her tattoo. Is that a tattoo of Amy Winehouse?

David Cook, or as I affectionately have coined him, "Daughtry with hair" was fabulous.

Jason Castro-this guy just cracks me up. I like to believe that this guy tokes before each show. When he came out and sang "What a day for a Daydream," I had a laughing fit. He is completely awesome. If he isn't high, then wow...just wow.

David Hernandez in his story prior to his awful performance said he was fired from the "Pizza Bistro." Is that the code name we are giving all male, all nude strip joints now? My brother lives in Phoenix and went to ASU. Chris your job is to hunt down the Pizza Bistro. I just have a feeling it may not be serving penne alla vodka.

Amanda-why does this girl look twenty years older than she is? And she sings like Marge Simpson's sister with emphysema. I think Mr. Lennon literally rolled over in his grave after this rendition.

Kristy Lee Cook-So happy Simon said she sounded like Dolly Parton on speed. Remember having those radios where you could tape songs and then play them back on the higher speed? That is what it reminded me of. Awful!

And then there was Michael Johns. This guy is so hot. The Australian accent totally does it for me but the fact that he is tennis pro killed it for me. I mean we all know what happened when I married the golf pro. Enough said. He says he has done a lot of odd jobs. What he totally missed the boat with was the open casting call for the replacement Yellow Wiggle. Would have made that show that much more enjoyable for me. I mean I will always miss Greg. I took it hard, but Michael would ease the pain a bit. And he understands kangaroos being from Australia and all....just saying...



So I think Kristy is going to go. We'll see tomorrow at the results show. Kim-Out!