Bethenny Frankel is still at the beach
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Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
"Your" Does NOT = "You're"
What did the poor apostrophe ever do to deserve such brutal treatment? I mean, seriously, we may as well start waterboarding it (not that we condone torture, because we don't do that in this country) or subject it to some other such treatment. It can't possibly get much worse for this tiny little piece of punctuation.I'm not sure when it happened.
Sometime, somewhere, someone decided that it took too much effort to type or write the word "you're" (which, if you're playing along at home, is a contraction of two words: "you" and "are") and just went with "your" (which is a second-person personal pronoun). It's unfortunate that this "decider" didn't understand that "your" and "you're" have completely different meanings.
There are few things in this life that, as my grandmother used to say, "frost my kneecaps" (and NO, I'm not really sure what that means) as much as this. There is, however, one thing that does ...
TV's. CD's. Thunderstorm's (and I mean multiple thunderstorms, not that the thunderstorm has taken ownership of something). And so on and so forth.
When, for the love of all that is right and holy, was it decided that the poor apostrophe was to be used to make something plural? You see, I grew up with an English teacher for a mother. I was an English major in college. I have had it beaten into my head that an apostrophe shows possession (eg: "The Grammar Bitch's tolerance for misuse of the apostrophe is dangerously low.") Generally, all that is needed to make something plural is an "-s" or an "-es" at the end of a word (eg. "thunderstorms", "tolerances", "bitches").
Don't even get me started on the confusion people have with "its" and "it's" (I haven't yet had enough coffee to tackle that).
Lynn Truss, in her hilarious book Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
expounds on this phenomenon in the sort of detail that I might if I had the time (the Grammar Bitch has little grammar-o-philes to raise). Even if you're not completely demented (like me), you'll find it to be a real knee-slapper (yes, really!)In closing, I hope that you will strive for kinder, gentler treatment of the apostrophe and to take others to task for their apostrophic misdeeds (or, at least, laugh at them behind their backs). Because, really, what did the apostrophe ever do to you?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Theme Weeks R Us
American Standards Week. WHY??? Didn't we just have this theme? Oh, I'm sorry ... that was 50s Week. The difference is crystal clear. (*rolls eyes*)
Each season, we are treated to themes that pander to a musical icon trying desperately to give his career a shot in the arm. This season, we've seen Barry Manilow schilling The Greatest Songs of The 50s, Kenny Rogers schilling his plastic surgeon and, this week, Rod Stewart trying to drum up excitement for the newest installment of The Great American Songbook.
While I understand that American Idol is a business whose ultimate purpose is to make money, does everything have to be a commercial? The kids singing in this competition have no chance of survival if they keep getting pigeonholed into these tiny musical niches. They can still have folks like Barry Manilow on to consult and coach and even perform songs from their new albums, but make the themes a little broader, hmm?
In the past, they've done, 70s Weeks, 80s Weeks, "Songs From Movies", "Songs From the Year You Were Born" and lots of other themes that allowed the contestants a little more latitude in choosing a song to perform. They also gave them the chance to rise to the occasion.
In that spirit, here are some theme weeks that I would like to see:
1. 80s Week
2. Satanic Metal Week
3. Irish Drinking Songs Week
4. The Complete Works of Dr. Seuss Put to Music Week
5. Songs That Don't Suck Week
6. College Fight Songs Including the Word "Vim" Week
7. Gregorian Chant Week
8. Motown Week
9. Songs That Suggest Extreme Confidence In Mediocre Talent, and Not Merely Confidence But Almost Even A Suggestion That The Singer Feels That They Deserve Enormous Accolades As a God-Given Right Without Particular Effort Or Struggle And Certainly Without Actually Creating Something Themselves Week
10. Disco Week!
Each season, we are treated to themes that pander to a musical icon trying desperately to give his career a shot in the arm. This season, we've seen Barry Manilow schilling The Greatest Songs of The 50s, Kenny Rogers schilling his plastic surgeon and, this week, Rod Stewart trying to drum up excitement for the newest installment of The Great American Songbook.
While I understand that American Idol is a business whose ultimate purpose is to make money, does everything have to be a commercial? The kids singing in this competition have no chance of survival if they keep getting pigeonholed into these tiny musical niches. They can still have folks like Barry Manilow on to consult and coach and even perform songs from their new albums, but make the themes a little broader, hmm?
In the past, they've done, 70s Weeks, 80s Weeks, "Songs From Movies", "Songs From the Year You Were Born" and lots of other themes that allowed the contestants a little more latitude in choosing a song to perform. They also gave them the chance to rise to the occasion.
In that spirit, here are some theme weeks that I would like to see:
1. 80s Week
2. Satanic Metal Week
3. Irish Drinking Songs Week
4. The Complete Works of Dr. Seuss Put to Music Week
5. Songs That Don't Suck Week
6. College Fight Songs Including the Word "Vim" Week
7. Gregorian Chant Week
8. Motown Week
9. Songs That Suggest Extreme Confidence In Mediocre Talent, and Not Merely Confidence But Almost Even A Suggestion That The Singer Feels That They Deserve Enormous Accolades As a God-Given Right Without Particular Effort Or Struggle And Certainly Without Actually Creating Something Themselves Week
10. Disco Week!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Deus Ex Machina: Bucky Covington
I thought last night's cutdown show was deliciously entertaining! T'was a very special American Idol, laden with syrupy, forced emotion and the snot (classy, Frickles) and salty tears of the Eli(*hee-hee*)te Eight.
Props will be given to Seacrest for looking like such a dandy last night! Very polished, very smooth. He's still sporting those distressing tie tacks, but I'm willing to look past that. Maybe our little metro has finally seen the error of his ways and will get it together for the remainder of the season.
I liked this week's installment of "Please, PLEASE, PLEASE Buy a FORD" ... very entertaining and nearly Frickle-free. Whomever was the stylist for that production did an excellent job with the wardrobe. For those of you that have TiVo, I encourage you to go back and check out the individual getups in freeze-frame. And I will forever be allowed to say that McPheever Blows Balls. Tres amusant!
Taylor Hicks: He's a good ol' Alabama boy, and America hasn't finished with him yet. He's gonna get even more votes by reeling in the American Association of Turnip Green Farmers, which is a highly coveted demographic, indeed. While Taylor's vocals weren't the best of Tuesday night, I think that his performance was the most entertaining. I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that he was the top vote-getter this week. And I give him bonus points for saying that Queen is the greatest rock band of all time. While I think that the members of Led Zeppelin might have something to say about that, that's m'boy!
Katharine McPhee: Do you think that Kat was meeting Ginger and Gilligan for drinks after the show? Katharine needs a fashion intervention PRONTO. She's a beautiful girl, but one of the stylists must not like her. In any event, Katharine's voice is among the best left in the competition, but she needs to make some better choices or she'll be this year's LaToya London (Mandisa was this year's J-Hud).
Chris Daughtry: We now know what Chris will look like in 30 years. His daddy looks and sounds just like him, doesn't he? WOW. Chris is clearly a good guy. He has to be if he sat patiently as BFFs Kat & Frickles passed the snot rag back and forth over him. I haven't been thrilled with his song choices of late (though I think I'm one of the few who really liked him on Tuesday), but he's a supahstah. This is his competition to lose, I think.
Frickles Pickles: Could she just shut up, already? I think that Kellie has no inner monologue, else she'd keep 85% of what she says bottled up behind her startlingly white teeth. Case in point, no one with half a lick of sense would opt to use the words SNOT RAG (someone should also tell her that a $120 pocket square from Burberry's is NEVER referred to as such) before 40 million people. Frickles leaves me feeling bitter and soggy, much like the peculiar appetizer that bears her name. (*BOO!*)
Elliott Yamin: I just love Elliott to pieces. And he's just a WEE little thing, isn't he? He's even shorter than Seacrest, which is really saying something. Elliott's voice is terrific. I think he could ease up on the vibrato a little, but I would buy his CD in a heartbeat. I loved his reaction to Seacrest when he was asked to sing. He said, "What the???" with his eyes. LOVED that!
Ace Young: I really like Ace, but he was given a GIFT last night. In a perfect world, he would have been sent packing. He's been given yet another chance and he'd better not blow it. In his defense, I think he was truly surprised by the results--he truly looked like he had resigned himself to being last night's goat. As an aside, if the stylists know what they are doing (which, clearly, they don't) they'll have Ace go sleevless more often. Aye papi!
Paris Bennett: This girl must have the largest tear ducts in history. She cries for everything. I really hope that, after Tuesday's performance, people will start to appreciate this kid more. She's toned down the attitude and has been giving great performances. She needs to mature emotionally, but she's got a power house voice and will be around for a long time. I'm diggin' La Parisienne more and more each week.
Bucky Covington: What can I say about Sister Golden Hair? I really wish that, at some point, he'd sung a song that showed what is actually a really nice voice. For me for him, though, all of his performances sounded pretty much the same. While I think that Bucky was given a raw deal last night, cumulatively, he's about on par with Ace, so I wasn't all that surprised that he was the one to go. The pronouncement that he was in the Bottom Three was very, very telling I think. There wasn't a gasp to be heard--there was nary a sound--when his name was called. I wish him good fortune and continued good hair (he's come so far ... *sniff*).
And then there were seven. (Do we really have six more weeks of this?) Next Tuesday will bring us the music of Rod Stewart. Weird. Clearly, I'm gonna have to up the voltage on my treatments.
Props will be given to Seacrest for looking like such a dandy last night! Very polished, very smooth. He's still sporting those distressing tie tacks, but I'm willing to look past that. Maybe our little metro has finally seen the error of his ways and will get it together for the remainder of the season.
I liked this week's installment of "Please, PLEASE, PLEASE Buy a FORD" ... very entertaining and nearly Frickle-free. Whomever was the stylist for that production did an excellent job with the wardrobe. For those of you that have TiVo, I encourage you to go back and check out the individual getups in freeze-frame. And I will forever be allowed to say that McPheever Blows Balls. Tres amusant!
Taylor Hicks: He's a good ol' Alabama boy, and America hasn't finished with him yet. He's gonna get even more votes by reeling in the American Association of Turnip Green Farmers, which is a highly coveted demographic, indeed. While Taylor's vocals weren't the best of Tuesday night, I think that his performance was the most entertaining. I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that he was the top vote-getter this week. And I give him bonus points for saying that Queen is the greatest rock band of all time. While I think that the members of Led Zeppelin might have something to say about that, that's m'boy!
Katharine McPhee: Do you think that Kat was meeting Ginger and Gilligan for drinks after the show? Katharine needs a fashion intervention PRONTO. She's a beautiful girl, but one of the stylists must not like her. In any event, Katharine's voice is among the best left in the competition, but she needs to make some better choices or she'll be this year's LaToya London (Mandisa was this year's J-Hud).
Chris Daughtry: We now know what Chris will look like in 30 years. His daddy looks and sounds just like him, doesn't he? WOW. Chris is clearly a good guy. He has to be if he sat patiently as BFFs Kat & Frickles passed the snot rag back and forth over him. I haven't been thrilled with his song choices of late (though I think I'm one of the few who really liked him on Tuesday), but he's a supahstah. This is his competition to lose, I think.
Frickles Pickles: Could she just shut up, already? I think that Kellie has no inner monologue, else she'd keep 85% of what she says bottled up behind her startlingly white teeth. Case in point, no one with half a lick of sense would opt to use the words SNOT RAG (someone should also tell her that a $120 pocket square from Burberry's is NEVER referred to as such) before 40 million people. Frickles leaves me feeling bitter and soggy, much like the peculiar appetizer that bears her name. (*BOO!*)
Elliott Yamin: I just love Elliott to pieces. And he's just a WEE little thing, isn't he? He's even shorter than Seacrest, which is really saying something. Elliott's voice is terrific. I think he could ease up on the vibrato a little, but I would buy his CD in a heartbeat. I loved his reaction to Seacrest when he was asked to sing. He said, "What the???" with his eyes. LOVED that!
Ace Young: I really like Ace, but he was given a GIFT last night. In a perfect world, he would have been sent packing. He's been given yet another chance and he'd better not blow it. In his defense, I think he was truly surprised by the results--he truly looked like he had resigned himself to being last night's goat. As an aside, if the stylists know what they are doing (which, clearly, they don't) they'll have Ace go sleevless more often. Aye papi!
Paris Bennett: This girl must have the largest tear ducts in history. She cries for everything. I really hope that, after Tuesday's performance, people will start to appreciate this kid more. She's toned down the attitude and has been giving great performances. She needs to mature emotionally, but she's got a power house voice and will be around for a long time. I'm diggin' La Parisienne more and more each week.
Bucky Covington: What can I say about Sister Golden Hair? I really wish that, at some point, he'd sung a song that showed what is actually a really nice voice. For me for him, though, all of his performances sounded pretty much the same. While I think that Bucky was given a raw deal last night, cumulatively, he's about on par with Ace, so I wasn't all that surprised that he was the one to go. The pronouncement that he was in the Bottom Three was very, very telling I think. There wasn't a gasp to be heard--there was nary a sound--when his name was called. I wish him good fortune and continued good hair (he's come so far ... *sniff*).
And then there were seven. (Do we really have six more weeks of this?) Next Tuesday will bring us the music of Rod Stewart. Weird. Clearly, I'm gonna have to up the voltage on my treatments.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Beware The Frickles
Whilst en vacaciones with Mr. Floresta, I had occasion to eat at a joint called The Island Cow (Sanibel Island, FL). As I perused their menu, I noticed one very, very disturbing, yet intriguing selection.
Frickles.
"What, pray, are frickles?", you may ask yourself. Well, dear readers, Frickles are deep-fried dill pickle slices. And they are just as revolting as you might imagine. Given my ever-increasing loathing of one Kellie Pickler, I HAD to order them. How could I not? I owed it to myself ... and to you.
This little item is one of the wa-ha-hackiest food-ities that I've run across. What's the most peculiar thing you've seen on or ordered from a menu?
If nothing else, after having seen, ordered and consumed FRICKLES, I now have a choice new nickname for Pickler. I think it suits her.
Frickles.
"What, pray, are frickles?", you may ask yourself. Well, dear readers, Frickles are deep-fried dill pickle slices. And they are just as revolting as you might imagine. Given my ever-increasing loathing of one Kellie Pickler, I HAD to order them. How could I not? I owed it to myself ... and to you.
This little item is one of the wa-ha-hackiest food-ities that I've run across. What's the most peculiar thing you've seen on or ordered from a menu?
If nothing else, after having seen, ordered and consumed FRICKLES, I now have a choice new nickname for Pickler. I think it suits her.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Bring Me The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!
Hi, Kids! The word of the day is "REGICIDE". The broad definition of regicide is the deliberate killing of a monarch, or the person responsible for it. I hereby cite FOX and 19 Entertainment for committing such a high-ei-nous act of tyranny on the world of music.
Seacrest did, indeed, lighten up on the scruffiness (a good call, for sure). I think he should've worn more grey, though. Would that have been possible?? Normally, Seacrest prides himself on being the picture of sartorial elegance, but he's been really shoddy this season. His couture this evening sort of reflected the judges' attitudes tonight, too. They couldn't have been less interesting. Simon just didn't seem up to his usual brand of barbs. Someone should switch him to decaf before next week, so he's extra testy. Even Paula didn't provide much entertainment and we can almost always count on her to say something ridiculous.
Bucky: Fat Bottomed Girls. WOW. Who'd have thought we'd hear the words "Left alone with big Fat Fanny, she was such a naughty nanny, heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me" on FOX primetime? It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I give Bucky and FOX full marks for selecting and allowing this song, respectively. HOW-EV-UH ... do you think it would've been too much trouble for Bucky to attempt more than, say, three notes? Hmm? This is a great, great song and Bucky's rockabilly interpretation just didn't quite get there for me for him. He had ab-fab hair tonight, though. Mine should look so good! But that's between me and my stylist. Overall, Bucky wasn't the worst of the night, but he's certainly in the hunt.
Ace: We Will Rock You. No, Ace, you won't. And you didn't. And you probably won't have the chance again. When the founding members of one of the greatest rock bands in history tell you that your silly arrangement sucks in such a way as to disrupt the space-time continuum, you should L-I-S-T-E-N to them for cripes sake! First of all, this song doesn't provide the best showcase for vocal talent. Freddie Mercury could sing anything and make it sound operatic. You, Mr. Young, must be somewhat more careful than he. Ace should have listened to Aunt Flo & Cousin Jenn and sung Play the Game. It still might've blown dead bear, but at least he could've worked his falsetto and SUNG. Instead, he was left to informing the audience that he "rocked" and working the dreaded self-clap. Repeatedly. Bye, bye Ace.
The Gherkin: Bohemian Rhapsody. Let me start by saying that this wasn't the B-Movie horror show that I was expecting. Given that Kellie had to sqeeze a 7-minute rock magnum opus into 1 minute, 20 seconds, I think she did pretty well. Obviously, she holds nary a candle to the original--she didn't even come close to Constantine Maroulis--but I think she did well enough to stay safe for another week (much to my chagrin). While she was better this week, she still has that marionette look about her. My biggest problem with her is that she cannot handle all of the running around on stage. She's got two moves (three, if you count The Squat): (1) shake head and tousle hair and (2) drop to knees to make men think of a good healthy boinkfest. She should be particularly careful on a night when she's wearing dominatrix boots with 5 inch heels. The steps are just too tricky.
Chris: Innuendo. I thought Chris was great tonight. I think that this choice was a ballsy and the only real risk was that most people have never heard it. I think it's possible that people will find it a little boring, but I think he did great. However, I would recommend to the makeup artists that if they're going to give Chris the brooding eye look, either go all the way (a la Billie Joe Armstrong) or freakin' forget it. The makeup wasn't heavy enough to look "rock" ... it just made me say, "Hey ... Chris is wearing eyeliner." He needed more lip gloss to give him that nice dewy glow.
**NOTE: As alert & ever gentle reader ncidolwatcher pointed out, while Paula was mostly quiet and useless during the show, did she did have one real doozie."BLAH BLAH BLAH Queen never performed this song live BLAH BLAH BLAH because they couldn't do it justice the way you, Chris Daughtry, could." She should be drawn and quartered for saying something so ridiculous. They didn't perform it LIVE because Freddie Mercury died just after the album was recorded. To my knowledge, the only time any of the songs from this album (Innuendo) were performed live was during a tribute concert for Freddie Mercury at Wembley Arena (These Are The Days Of Our Lives, Lisa Stansfield/George Michael). Paula should be ashamed of herself.**
Katharine: Who Wants to Live Forever. Look at the big brains on Kat! She must be eating at Big Kahuna Burger these days because deciding to sing this song was S-M-R-T: SMART (Simpsons fans UNTIE!) First of all, she FINALLY looked good. Good hair, good outfit. Good lighting. I'm so glad she didn't sing Don't Stop Me Now. I think it would have been a big ol' mess and she would've sounded all silly. She hit a couple of notes that made me want to run and hide beneath my pillow, but I think she did VERY well.
Elliott: Somebody to Love. I have a question. How is it possible to get through life and not hear this song? Between the umpteen tons of airplay the original gets, not to mention George Michael's cover version, how is it escapable? Anyway, this was the song I had picked for E-double to perform and I think he did pretty well. The beginning was decidedly rough. Scary, even. But once he got to the first chorus, he was doing great. My only real problem with his performance was that he made the song seem all ... happy. This song is about pain and suffering and being full of anguish and loneliness. Elliott gave it too much bounce and pep; not enough feeling.
Taylor: Crazy Little Thing Called Love. I'm officially petitioning to change Taylor's name to "Microphone Fiend". That little mis-kick of the mic stand tonight might just be my favorite Idol moment ever. (Go easy, Soul Patrollers). It was hilarious and will go down as one of the great "I Meant to Do That" moments in entertainment history. I am so glad that Tay-Z decided that we weren't the champions. That would have been baaaaaad. Taylor was BACK tonight, though! His performance was terrific and, most certainly, WHOO! worthy. I don't think it was his best vocal performance, but he finally looked like he was having fun again. That was everything David Radford wishes he had been able to do. That said, I think it was one of the weaker vocal performances of the night; we could see an all-male revue on tomorrow night's cutdown show.
**NOTE: Is it just me, or did you laugh your keister off at the trailer for "Stick It". Good times.**
Paris: The Show Must Go On. WOW! I LOVE that she chose this. I thought she did great and had way more rock cred than Kellie tonight. Pairs was working a whole Mary J. Blige meets Lil Kim thing tonight. I'm not sure how I felt about the extensions, but I thought she looked really good. And she sounded great. Clearly, she impressed Brian May and Roger Taylor ... these guys know what they are talking about, people. Listen to them. Paris wins the sovereign's orb for best performance of the night.
Much to my shock and overall amazement, tonight's show was nowhere near the torture chamber I had been expecting. As the herd thins, it gets harder and harder to pick out the worstest performances. I have to rest my weary head and think about this one. If there's any justice, though, Ace will be headed home tomorrow.
Seacrest did, indeed, lighten up on the scruffiness (a good call, for sure). I think he should've worn more grey, though. Would that have been possible?? Normally, Seacrest prides himself on being the picture of sartorial elegance, but he's been really shoddy this season. His couture this evening sort of reflected the judges' attitudes tonight, too. They couldn't have been less interesting. Simon just didn't seem up to his usual brand of barbs. Someone should switch him to decaf before next week, so he's extra testy. Even Paula didn't provide much entertainment and we can almost always count on her to say something ridiculous.
Bucky: Fat Bottomed Girls. WOW. Who'd have thought we'd hear the words "Left alone with big Fat Fanny, she was such a naughty nanny, heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me" on FOX primetime? It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I give Bucky and FOX full marks for selecting and allowing this song, respectively. HOW-EV-UH ... do you think it would've been too much trouble for Bucky to attempt more than, say, three notes? Hmm? This is a great, great song and Bucky's rockabilly interpretation just didn't quite get there for me for him. He had ab-fab hair tonight, though. Mine should look so good! But that's between me and my stylist. Overall, Bucky wasn't the worst of the night, but he's certainly in the hunt.
Ace: We Will Rock You. No, Ace, you won't. And you didn't. And you probably won't have the chance again. When the founding members of one of the greatest rock bands in history tell you that your silly arrangement sucks in such a way as to disrupt the space-time continuum, you should L-I-S-T-E-N to them for cripes sake! First of all, this song doesn't provide the best showcase for vocal talent. Freddie Mercury could sing anything and make it sound operatic. You, Mr. Young, must be somewhat more careful than he. Ace should have listened to Aunt Flo & Cousin Jenn and sung Play the Game. It still might've blown dead bear, but at least he could've worked his falsetto and SUNG. Instead, he was left to informing the audience that he "rocked" and working the dreaded self-clap. Repeatedly. Bye, bye Ace.
The Gherkin: Bohemian Rhapsody. Let me start by saying that this wasn't the B-Movie horror show that I was expecting. Given that Kellie had to sqeeze a 7-minute rock magnum opus into 1 minute, 20 seconds, I think she did pretty well. Obviously, she holds nary a candle to the original--she didn't even come close to Constantine Maroulis--but I think she did well enough to stay safe for another week (much to my chagrin). While she was better this week, she still has that marionette look about her. My biggest problem with her is that she cannot handle all of the running around on stage. She's got two moves (three, if you count The Squat): (1) shake head and tousle hair and (2) drop to knees to make men think of a good healthy boinkfest. She should be particularly careful on a night when she's wearing dominatrix boots with 5 inch heels. The steps are just too tricky.
Chris: Innuendo. I thought Chris was great tonight. I think that this choice was a ballsy and the only real risk was that most people have never heard it. I think it's possible that people will find it a little boring, but I think he did great. However, I would recommend to the makeup artists that if they're going to give Chris the brooding eye look, either go all the way (a la Billie Joe Armstrong) or freakin' forget it. The makeup wasn't heavy enough to look "rock" ... it just made me say, "Hey ... Chris is wearing eyeliner." He needed more lip gloss to give him that nice dewy glow.
**NOTE: As alert & ever gentle reader ncidolwatcher pointed out, while Paula was mostly quiet and useless during the show, did she did have one real doozie."BLAH BLAH BLAH Queen never performed this song live BLAH BLAH BLAH because they couldn't do it justice the way you, Chris Daughtry, could." She should be drawn and quartered for saying something so ridiculous. They didn't perform it LIVE because Freddie Mercury died just after the album was recorded. To my knowledge, the only time any of the songs from this album (Innuendo) were performed live was during a tribute concert for Freddie Mercury at Wembley Arena (These Are The Days Of Our Lives, Lisa Stansfield/George Michael). Paula should be ashamed of herself.**
Katharine: Who Wants to Live Forever. Look at the big brains on Kat! She must be eating at Big Kahuna Burger these days because deciding to sing this song was S-M-R-T: SMART (Simpsons fans UNTIE!) First of all, she FINALLY looked good. Good hair, good outfit. Good lighting. I'm so glad she didn't sing Don't Stop Me Now. I think it would have been a big ol' mess and she would've sounded all silly. She hit a couple of notes that made me want to run and hide beneath my pillow, but I think she did VERY well.
Elliott: Somebody to Love. I have a question. How is it possible to get through life and not hear this song? Between the umpteen tons of airplay the original gets, not to mention George Michael's cover version, how is it escapable? Anyway, this was the song I had picked for E-double to perform and I think he did pretty well. The beginning was decidedly rough. Scary, even. But once he got to the first chorus, he was doing great. My only real problem with his performance was that he made the song seem all ... happy. This song is about pain and suffering and being full of anguish and loneliness. Elliott gave it too much bounce and pep; not enough feeling.
Taylor: Crazy Little Thing Called Love. I'm officially petitioning to change Taylor's name to "Microphone Fiend". That little mis-kick of the mic stand tonight might just be my favorite Idol moment ever. (Go easy, Soul Patrollers). It was hilarious and will go down as one of the great "I Meant to Do That" moments in entertainment history. I am so glad that Tay-Z decided that we weren't the champions. That would have been baaaaaad. Taylor was BACK tonight, though! His performance was terrific and, most certainly, WHOO! worthy. I don't think it was his best vocal performance, but he finally looked like he was having fun again. That was everything David Radford wishes he had been able to do. That said, I think it was one of the weaker vocal performances of the night; we could see an all-male revue on tomorrow night's cutdown show.
**NOTE: Is it just me, or did you laugh your keister off at the trailer for "Stick It". Good times.**
Paris: The Show Must Go On. WOW! I LOVE that she chose this. I thought she did great and had way more rock cred than Kellie tonight. Pairs was working a whole Mary J. Blige meets Lil Kim thing tonight. I'm not sure how I felt about the extensions, but I thought she looked really good. And she sounded great. Clearly, she impressed Brian May and Roger Taylor ... these guys know what they are talking about, people. Listen to them. Paris wins the sovereign's orb for best performance of the night.
Much to my shock and overall amazement, tonight's show was nowhere near the torture chamber I had been expecting. As the herd thins, it gets harder and harder to pick out the worstest performances. I have to rest my weary head and think about this one. If there's any justice, though, Ace will be headed home tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 5, 2006
Predic-TIONS! Predictions!
Hey Kids!
Flo's going on vacation with The Mister and NO CHILDREN! Woo hoo! 5 days in Florida with the ability to sleep through the night, drink cocktails with reckless abandon and do whatever I goshdarn well please. (*smiles*)
I'm not going to have time to post tonight because I'll be busier'n a one-armed paper hanger, so I'm getting my predictions out now.
I think ... that Ryan needs to shave his silly beard. Someone send him a can of Barbasol, huh?
I think ... that Mandisa and Taylor should be feeling veeeeeery nervous right about now.
I think ... that Chris did well last night, but needs to ditch the silly arm wristlet thing. Very leather bar.
I think ... I'm golldarned tired of listening to country music on this show!
I think ... I'm terrified about next week's theme: The Music of Queen.
I think ... the bottom three is too close to call tonight, but I will anyway: Mandisa, Taylor and Bucky. Or Elliott. Or Paris. Or Ace (I am fiendishly non-committal).
I think ... that if Ryan's little tryst with Teri Hatcher is damaging his fashion sense, he should end it. It's too painful for the rest of us.
I think ... I'm going to have nightmares all weekend about Kellie Pickler trying to sing ANYTHING from the Queen songbook.
I think ... I have no idea who's going home tonight. I won't even TRY to pretend like I do!
Peace out, my peeps!
Flo's going on vacation with The Mister and NO CHILDREN! Woo hoo! 5 days in Florida with the ability to sleep through the night, drink cocktails with reckless abandon and do whatever I goshdarn well please. (*smiles*)
I'm not going to have time to post tonight because I'll be busier'n a one-armed paper hanger, so I'm getting my predictions out now.
I think ... that Ryan needs to shave his silly beard. Someone send him a can of Barbasol, huh?
I think ... that Mandisa and Taylor should be feeling veeeeeery nervous right about now.
I think ... that Chris did well last night, but needs to ditch the silly arm wristlet thing. Very leather bar.
I think ... I'm golldarned tired of listening to country music on this show!
I think ... I'm terrified about next week's theme: The Music of Queen.
I think ... the bottom three is too close to call tonight, but I will anyway: Mandisa, Taylor and Bucky. Or Elliott. Or Paris. Or Ace (I am fiendishly non-committal).
I think ... that if Ryan's little tryst with Teri Hatcher is damaging his fashion sense, he should end it. It's too painful for the rest of us.
I think ... I'm going to have nightmares all weekend about Kellie Pickler trying to sing ANYTHING from the Queen songbook.
I think ... I have no idea who's going home tonight. I won't even TRY to pretend like I do!
Peace out, my peeps!
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
I Feel Like I Been Rode Hard & Put Up Wet
Alright, alright, alright. Let's hear it now: Country Night is OVER. You can all breathe a sigh of relief. Now, really ... was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?
Yeah ... it was. Sorry about that.
So, Ryan "James Denton" Seacrest was looking very disheveled again tonight. And it's not just because of the "Mike the Plumber" scruff he's sporting (in deference to his new squeeze), but his suit looked all rumpled. Maybe it's just me.
What deranged barbershop quartet kidnapped Randy and dressed him tonight? This was not a good look for me for him. He'd better be careful walking around in Hollywood like that ... he'll get slapped with a fashion citation in a flash! (*STOP! Those shoes don't go with those pants!!*)
When Kenny Rogers made his "surprise" (suuuuure they didn't know he was coming) appearance on the b-roll video, did it look and sound to y'all like they were rehearsing for Sunday's service at the Church of the Holy Gambler? If Kenny Rogers were the Pope of that church, would Kris Kristofferson be, like, a deacon?
So, if I may be so bold: Boogity, boogity, boogity. Let's git er done.
Taylor: Take Me Home Freakin' Country Roads?!? I repeat: ????? Even Taylor was holding his hands out like, "Why in the name of merry christmas am I singing this piece of donkey dung?" All due respect to John Denver, because the man could S-I-N-G, but this was not his best effort. Nor was it Taylor's. Mr. Denver, may he rest in peace, must've been rolling in his grave. If Taylor has another performance like this one, I'm gon' beat him like a redheaded stepchild.
Mandisa: Any Man of Mine, Sheneneh Twain. Let me say first that Mandisa's hair and makeup were flawless tonight. She looked beautiful. From the neck up. But WHO is dressing her? What was WITH that ... that TOP?? Mandisa's performance was OK, I guess, but I was so distracted by her blouse-thing that I was having a hard time paying attention. Just say NOOO to bold, horizontal patterns! Fashion aside, I thought the performance was extraordinarily average. Her lower register, once again, was lacking and I just didn't care for the song all that much.
Elliott: If Tomorrow Never Comes, Garth Brooks. Nice of Randy to mention that he'd produced this song. Were you impressed? Me either. Was this performance better than Taylor's or Mandisa's? Yeah. But Elliott's vibrato probably caused some problems for our friends with epilepsy. There is a thing as TOO MUCH. You want to know what the worst thing about the performance was, though? It was neither good enough to moisten my dainties nor was it bad enough that I could load up ol' snarky and take aim. Dang it all, Elliott!
Paris: How Do I Live?, LeAnn Rimes. Paris LOOKED great tonight. Maybe the best she's looked all season. Nicely done! And no fringe anywhere. That, however, was the best part of Paris tonight. Everytime she sang the line "how do I liiiiive without you" I expected her to follow with "if you have the keys". "LIVE" is not pronounced "LEAVE". And I think Paris' lower register might've been out with Mandisa's for 1/2 price night at CBGB's because it was M.I.A., as well.
Ace: I couldn't tell you what song he sang or who the original artist was. What I can tell you is that Ace, in no uncertain terms, gave the best performance he's given TO DATE. He looked confident, self-assured, his voice was strong and even and not at all forced. He was HOT! (*TSSSSS!*) He didn't mime, we didn't see any new scar tissue. And he sang con passion! NICE. This is exactly what Ace needed to do to throw a wrench into things. I think that most people had pretty much written him off, but he apparently had other plans. What now? I'm in a quandary.
The Gherkin: Fancy, Miss Reba. I know that someone out there in the Blogosphere chose this song for her; good goin' whoever you were! I still think she's got those dead Wilma Flintstone eyes, but I thought she gave a really good performance tonight. I have a couple of bones to pick with her tonight, however. What was UP (and down and UP and down and UP and down) with her eyebrows? It was like she was a sweet lil' ol marionette being controlled by a sadistic puppetteer. Also, was there a reason that AI felt it necessary for Kellie to have a fireside chat with Ryan to "clear the air" about her "real, down-home personality"?? They have an hour to squeeze in 9 performances and some tripe disguised as constructive criticism and they waste 3 minutes on that?!? And Kellie, PLEASE. For the love of GOD. STOP apologizing!
Chris: Some Keith Urban Song. Chris did a'ight. He would have done better if he just would've sung Desperado. That would've been all she wrote, but noooo ... you had to do a stool song (y'all can read as much into that as you want). And you know what (and I never thought these words would come out of my mouth)? Ace was better than you tonight. GASP!! (*Flo ducks and runs for cover from tomatoes soaring overhead*)
Chowdah McPhee: You Bring Out the Elvis In Me. What does that mean, exactly? Does he make you want to binge on deep-fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches? Do you suddenly want to cover your walls in red velvet? What?? Kit Kat was loads better than last week, she was fun and playful and all of that. She was a'ight, but I think I was so completely OVER the show by the time she came on that I just chalked her up in the "EH" column. She should be OK tomorrow.
Bucky: Mumblemumblemumble. So, Kenny made a point of telling Bucky to enunciate ev-e-ry word. Glad he listened (*rolls eyes*). Before y'all get all antsy, I must say that I really enjoyed Sister Golden Hair tonight. I couldn't understand anything he said (something about "it's not so bad"), but his voice sounded terrific, so I really didn't care. And I liked that the stylist didn't go all psycho cowboy with Bucky this week. Just the hat and the cool jacket. Nice.
So. Veeeery interesting. Who would YOU put in the bottom three after this musical malfeasance? I'll have to think on it some more, but I'd bet cash money that Taylor's going to feel some backlash and find himself in unfamiliar territory tomorrow night. I love him, but he stank up the joint tonight. I'll get back to ya.
Yeah ... it was. Sorry about that.
So, Ryan "James Denton" Seacrest was looking very disheveled again tonight. And it's not just because of the "Mike the Plumber" scruff he's sporting (in deference to his new squeeze), but his suit looked all rumpled. Maybe it's just me.
What deranged barbershop quartet kidnapped Randy and dressed him tonight? This was not a good look for me for him. He'd better be careful walking around in Hollywood like that ... he'll get slapped with a fashion citation in a flash! (*STOP! Those shoes don't go with those pants!!*)
When Kenny Rogers made his "surprise" (suuuuure they didn't know he was coming) appearance on the b-roll video, did it look and sound to y'all like they were rehearsing for Sunday's service at the Church of the Holy Gambler? If Kenny Rogers were the Pope of that church, would Kris Kristofferson be, like, a deacon?
So, if I may be so bold: Boogity, boogity, boogity. Let's git er done.
Taylor: Take Me Home Freakin' Country Roads?!? I repeat: ????? Even Taylor was holding his hands out like, "Why in the name of merry christmas am I singing this piece of donkey dung?" All due respect to John Denver, because the man could S-I-N-G, but this was not his best effort. Nor was it Taylor's. Mr. Denver, may he rest in peace, must've been rolling in his grave. If Taylor has another performance like this one, I'm gon' beat him like a redheaded stepchild.
Mandisa: Any Man of Mine, Sheneneh Twain. Let me say first that Mandisa's hair and makeup were flawless tonight. She looked beautiful. From the neck up. But WHO is dressing her? What was WITH that ... that TOP?? Mandisa's performance was OK, I guess, but I was so distracted by her blouse-thing that I was having a hard time paying attention. Just say NOOO to bold, horizontal patterns! Fashion aside, I thought the performance was extraordinarily average. Her lower register, once again, was lacking and I just didn't care for the song all that much.
Elliott: If Tomorrow Never Comes, Garth Brooks. Nice of Randy to mention that he'd produced this song. Were you impressed? Me either. Was this performance better than Taylor's or Mandisa's? Yeah. But Elliott's vibrato probably caused some problems for our friends with epilepsy. There is a thing as TOO MUCH. You want to know what the worst thing about the performance was, though? It was neither good enough to moisten my dainties nor was it bad enough that I could load up ol' snarky and take aim. Dang it all, Elliott!
Paris: How Do I Live?, LeAnn Rimes. Paris LOOKED great tonight. Maybe the best she's looked all season. Nicely done! And no fringe anywhere. That, however, was the best part of Paris tonight. Everytime she sang the line "how do I liiiiive without you" I expected her to follow with "if you have the keys". "LIVE" is not pronounced "LEAVE". And I think Paris' lower register might've been out with Mandisa's for 1/2 price night at CBGB's because it was M.I.A., as well.
Ace: I couldn't tell you what song he sang or who the original artist was. What I can tell you is that Ace, in no uncertain terms, gave the best performance he's given TO DATE. He looked confident, self-assured, his voice was strong and even and not at all forced. He was HOT! (*TSSSSS!*) He didn't mime, we didn't see any new scar tissue. And he sang con passion! NICE. This is exactly what Ace needed to do to throw a wrench into things. I think that most people had pretty much written him off, but he apparently had other plans. What now? I'm in a quandary.
The Gherkin: Fancy, Miss Reba. I know that someone out there in the Blogosphere chose this song for her; good goin' whoever you were! I still think she's got those dead Wilma Flintstone eyes, but I thought she gave a really good performance tonight. I have a couple of bones to pick with her tonight, however. What was UP (and down and UP and down and UP and down) with her eyebrows? It was like she was a sweet lil' ol marionette being controlled by a sadistic puppetteer. Also, was there a reason that AI felt it necessary for Kellie to have a fireside chat with Ryan to "clear the air" about her "real, down-home personality"?? They have an hour to squeeze in 9 performances and some tripe disguised as constructive criticism and they waste 3 minutes on that?!? And Kellie, PLEASE. For the love of GOD. STOP apologizing!
Chris: Some Keith Urban Song. Chris did a'ight. He would have done better if he just would've sung Desperado. That would've been all she wrote, but noooo ... you had to do a stool song (y'all can read as much into that as you want). And you know what (and I never thought these words would come out of my mouth)? Ace was better than you tonight. GASP!! (*Flo ducks and runs for cover from tomatoes soaring overhead*)
Chowdah McPhee: You Bring Out the Elvis In Me. What does that mean, exactly? Does he make you want to binge on deep-fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches? Do you suddenly want to cover your walls in red velvet? What?? Kit Kat was loads better than last week, she was fun and playful and all of that. She was a'ight, but I think I was so completely OVER the show by the time she came on that I just chalked her up in the "EH" column. She should be OK tomorrow.
Bucky: Mumblemumblemumble. So, Kenny made a point of telling Bucky to enunciate ev-e-ry word. Glad he listened (*rolls eyes*). Before y'all get all antsy, I must say that I really enjoyed Sister Golden Hair tonight. I couldn't understand anything he said (something about "it's not so bad"), but his voice sounded terrific, so I really didn't care. And I liked that the stylist didn't go all psycho cowboy with Bucky this week. Just the hat and the cool jacket. Nice.
So. Veeeery interesting. Who would YOU put in the bottom three after this musical malfeasance? I'll have to think on it some more, but I'd bet cash money that Taylor's going to feel some backlash and find himself in unfamiliar territory tomorrow night. I love him, but he stank up the joint tonight. I'll get back to ya.
Sunday, April 2, 2006
We've Got A Long Way To Go & A Short Time To Get There
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight. So yo. I have never professed to be a fan of or an expert on country music. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. That being said, however, I have lots of friends and family who LOVE it (I still like them in spite of this) and I there are SOME country songs that are more palatable than others and not totally unlikeable.
So, in the interests of fairness and consistency, I have prepared a list of song suggestions for Der Neun. Snark all you want, but these suggestions are made in as serious a manner as I can suggest anything (and we all know how serious THAT is!)
The Gherkin: Country is her thing, so she had better give a performance this week that's more than just musical NyTol. It seems to me that she's really been phoning it in lately and I want to see her put out a little effort.
One of my suggestions for Kellie is: One Way Ticket, by LeAnn Rimes. This is a fun song that would give Kellie a chance to show some range (and show us that she actually HAS some). It's upbeat without being gimmicky and I think it would suit her nicely. If she knows what's good for her, though, she'll sing ...
Little Bitty, by Alan Jackson This is the sort of song that I could really see Kellie singing, but she might not even consider it because it was recorded by a MAY-UN (please pronounce phonetically)! The lyrics suit her to a "T" and I think she'd do well with it.
Bucky: Another Country night shoo-in. We KNOW Bucky can sing country. But he hasn't really been singing ... just a lot of growling for me for him. I want to hear him SING. Accordingly, I have a sugary sweet country love song that ol' Buck could really pour his heart into ...
Love, Me, by Collin Raye This is a rip-your-heart-out-of your-chest love song that Bucky could do beautifully with. I happen to love this song in all its sappy glory and would love to hear Bucky sing it (it'll never happen). If Sister Golden Hair Surprise decides to go all Honky Tonk, I want him to sing ...
Eastbound and Down, by Jerry Reed. Yeah. This is the song from Smokey & The Bandit. And I just want to hear it cause I think it'd be funny.
Chris: Desperado, by The Eagles (and covered by Clint Black on Common Thread: Songs of the Eagles Tribute Album). Chris really needs to soften things up this week, and Country Week is as good a time as any for him to show us something different. Desperado is a song that will allow Chris to show his softer, more sensitive side while still being all soulful and *aaahhhh*-inspiring. *NOTE to Chris: No Johnny Cash this week!*
Katharine: Kit Kat had a bad week last week and she seemed none too pleased on Wednesday night. Katharine's got a beautiful, pure voice that is well-suited for a lot of country music. I think she has a big chance to blow her roomie out of the water by singing her caboose off on Tuesday night. In a perfect world (we wouldn't be talking about country music choices) Kat would sing:
(I Never Promised You A) Rose Garden, by Lynn Anderson (and covered by K.D. Lang and Martina McBride after her) This is a fun song that will keep Kat out of the ballad trap while still allowing her to show off vocally. If she doesn't sing this, I'd LOVE to hear her sing ...
Blue, by LeAnn Rimes. This song, off LeAnn Rimes' first album, is beautiful and mournful and is perfectly suited to Katharine's voice. I'd be concerned about her looking detached, but I think she'd do brilliantly with this one.
Elliott: I am fast becoming a big Elliott fan. He's unpretentious and his voice is just flawless. There's a lot of potential for Elliott to really shine this week, but I'd most like to hear him sing ...
Bless the Broken Road, by Rascal Flatts. We got to hear Elliott sing some of this during Hollyweird Week and it was awesome. Carrie Underwood actually sang this song WITH Rascal Flatts on the finale show last year, but I think that Elliott could really set himself apart from that ... and do it brilliantly.
Mandisa: She's got a lot of ground to make up for me for her. I think Mandisa's voice is terrific, but I'm tired of being yelled at. She needs to tone it down a little this week and show us that she can do more than BELT. I want to hear her sing and test out her lower register, which she seems to be avoiding like the plague. I think Mandisa would hit a home run with ...
Stand By Your Man, by Tammy Wynette. This one's a no-brainer. She could sing all over her register, still get to belt out some notes and make the country music community go all gushy all at the same time. This is a country classic that Mandisa could pull off with style.
Paris: I'm really looking forward to seeing what Paris does this week. During auditions, she sang a bit of a Dixie Chicks song and it was fantastic. If she can show some real vocal style like that again I'd give her the maddest of props. Paris should sing ...
Longtime Gone, by the Dixie Chicks. From their album HOME, this song has really strong vocals without being all sappy and ballady. I'd be interested to see how Paris' vocals stand up to Natalie Maines; I think she'd do really well. Another good choice for Paris would be ...
Down at the Twist & Shout, by Mary Chapin Carpenter. Great, fun song that would play to her Southern ties and let her wear some ridiculous cowgirl ensemble that I'm sure would be RIFE with fringe.
Taylor: I loved hearing Tay-Z sing last week. No bopping and writhing all over the stage, just terrific singing. I want more. There are lots of songs that Taylor could sing to perfection this week, but I'd most like to hear him sing ...
Crazy, by Willie Nelson Most people know this as a Patsy Cline song, but it was written and recorded originally by Willie Nelson. This song's got depth and soul and would be a great choice for Taylor to show off. Another fun choice would be ...
Drive South, by John Hiatt Taylor's voice reminds me a lot of John Hiatt's and I think he'd rock with one of his songs. Drive South is bluesy and soulful and would be a great choice for Taylor.
Ace: Ace was the one contestant that I really, really struggled with for a song selection. I hope that he surprises me. Another post I read suggested he sing a Collin Raye song (whose title I can't recall), but I am unfamiliar with it. There was some assent in the comments, so maybe that song would be good (whatever that song is). I've really wanted Ace to step it up, but I think his time is running short. By default, I'm suggesting ...
I Can't Tell You Why, by Vince Gill (this is from The Eagles' cover album that I mentioned earlier) I think that this would be an OK song choice for Ace and, if he can get over his nerves and sing to his ability, he could do well. If he wanted to do something more contemporary, he could try ...
Days Go By, by Keith Urban Why not? Ace is hot, Keith Urban is hot. Seems as reasonable a choice as any other.
I know that lots of you are legimate country fans, so I'd love to hear what you're thinking of in terms of song suggestions. I hoping that, true to my southern upbringing, by keeping my expectations hopelessly low, I might be pleasantly surprised by Tuesday night's Ho-Down.
So, in the interests of fairness and consistency, I have prepared a list of song suggestions for Der Neun. Snark all you want, but these suggestions are made in as serious a manner as I can suggest anything (and we all know how serious THAT is!)
The Gherkin: Country is her thing, so she had better give a performance this week that's more than just musical NyTol. It seems to me that she's really been phoning it in lately and I want to see her put out a little effort.
One of my suggestions for Kellie is: One Way Ticket, by LeAnn Rimes. This is a fun song that would give Kellie a chance to show some range (and show us that she actually HAS some). It's upbeat without being gimmicky and I think it would suit her nicely. If she knows what's good for her, though, she'll sing ...
Little Bitty, by Alan Jackson This is the sort of song that I could really see Kellie singing, but she might not even consider it because it was recorded by a MAY-UN (please pronounce phonetically)! The lyrics suit her to a "T" and I think she'd do well with it.
Bucky: Another Country night shoo-in. We KNOW Bucky can sing country. But he hasn't really been singing ... just a lot of growling for me for him. I want to hear him SING. Accordingly, I have a sugary sweet country love song that ol' Buck could really pour his heart into ...
Love, Me, by Collin Raye This is a rip-your-heart-out-of your-chest love song that Bucky could do beautifully with. I happen to love this song in all its sappy glory and would love to hear Bucky sing it (it'll never happen). If Sister Golden Hair Surprise decides to go all Honky Tonk, I want him to sing ...
Eastbound and Down, by Jerry Reed. Yeah. This is the song from Smokey & The Bandit. And I just want to hear it cause I think it'd be funny.
Chris: Desperado, by The Eagles (and covered by Clint Black on Common Thread: Songs of the Eagles Tribute Album). Chris really needs to soften things up this week, and Country Week is as good a time as any for him to show us something different. Desperado is a song that will allow Chris to show his softer, more sensitive side while still being all soulful and *aaahhhh*-inspiring. *NOTE to Chris: No Johnny Cash this week!*
Katharine: Kit Kat had a bad week last week and she seemed none too pleased on Wednesday night. Katharine's got a beautiful, pure voice that is well-suited for a lot of country music. I think she has a big chance to blow her roomie out of the water by singing her caboose off on Tuesday night. In a perfect world (we wouldn't be talking about country music choices) Kat would sing:
(I Never Promised You A) Rose Garden, by Lynn Anderson (and covered by K.D. Lang and Martina McBride after her) This is a fun song that will keep Kat out of the ballad trap while still allowing her to show off vocally. If she doesn't sing this, I'd LOVE to hear her sing ...
Blue, by LeAnn Rimes. This song, off LeAnn Rimes' first album, is beautiful and mournful and is perfectly suited to Katharine's voice. I'd be concerned about her looking detached, but I think she'd do brilliantly with this one.
Elliott: I am fast becoming a big Elliott fan. He's unpretentious and his voice is just flawless. There's a lot of potential for Elliott to really shine this week, but I'd most like to hear him sing ...
Bless the Broken Road, by Rascal Flatts. We got to hear Elliott sing some of this during Hollyweird Week and it was awesome. Carrie Underwood actually sang this song WITH Rascal Flatts on the finale show last year, but I think that Elliott could really set himself apart from that ... and do it brilliantly.
Mandisa: She's got a lot of ground to make up for me for her. I think Mandisa's voice is terrific, but I'm tired of being yelled at. She needs to tone it down a little this week and show us that she can do more than BELT. I want to hear her sing and test out her lower register, which she seems to be avoiding like the plague. I think Mandisa would hit a home run with ...
Stand By Your Man, by Tammy Wynette. This one's a no-brainer. She could sing all over her register, still get to belt out some notes and make the country music community go all gushy all at the same time. This is a country classic that Mandisa could pull off with style.
Paris: I'm really looking forward to seeing what Paris does this week. During auditions, she sang a bit of a Dixie Chicks song and it was fantastic. If she can show some real vocal style like that again I'd give her the maddest of props. Paris should sing ...
Longtime Gone, by the Dixie Chicks. From their album HOME, this song has really strong vocals without being all sappy and ballady. I'd be interested to see how Paris' vocals stand up to Natalie Maines; I think she'd do really well. Another good choice for Paris would be ...
Down at the Twist & Shout, by Mary Chapin Carpenter. Great, fun song that would play to her Southern ties and let her wear some ridiculous cowgirl ensemble that I'm sure would be RIFE with fringe.
Taylor: I loved hearing Tay-Z sing last week. No bopping and writhing all over the stage, just terrific singing. I want more. There are lots of songs that Taylor could sing to perfection this week, but I'd most like to hear him sing ...
Crazy, by Willie Nelson Most people know this as a Patsy Cline song, but it was written and recorded originally by Willie Nelson. This song's got depth and soul and would be a great choice for Taylor to show off. Another fun choice would be ...
Drive South, by John Hiatt Taylor's voice reminds me a lot of John Hiatt's and I think he'd rock with one of his songs. Drive South is bluesy and soulful and would be a great choice for Taylor.
Ace: Ace was the one contestant that I really, really struggled with for a song selection. I hope that he surprises me. Another post I read suggested he sing a Collin Raye song (whose title I can't recall), but I am unfamiliar with it. There was some assent in the comments, so maybe that song would be good (whatever that song is). I've really wanted Ace to step it up, but I think his time is running short. By default, I'm suggesting ...
I Can't Tell You Why, by Vince Gill (this is from The Eagles' cover album that I mentioned earlier) I think that this would be an OK song choice for Ace and, if he can get over his nerves and sing to his ability, he could do well. If he wanted to do something more contemporary, he could try ...
Days Go By, by Keith Urban Why not? Ace is hot, Keith Urban is hot. Seems as reasonable a choice as any other.
I know that lots of you are legimate country fans, so I'd love to hear what you're thinking of in terms of song suggestions. I hoping that, true to my southern upbringing, by keeping my expectations hopelessly low, I might be pleasantly surprised by Tuesday night's Ho-Down.
My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend & My Dog
Howdy folks! I know I've been pretty down on Country Music as a whole, but I'm doing my best to keep the door of my mind, if not open, then at least slightly ajar in anticipation of this week's "Roundup at the AI Corral".
While I'm actually putting serious thought (laugh all you want, we'll make more) into a list of song suggestions for the Nifty Nine, here's a list of Country songs that I WISH we'd hear on Tuesday.
"Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through The Goal Posts Of Life"
"Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth 'Cause I'm Kissing You Goodbye"
"Her Teeth Was Stained, But Her Heart Was Pure"
"How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away?"
"Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor On the Bedpost Overnight?"
"How Can You Believe Me When I Say I Love You When You Know I've Been A Liar All My Life"
"I Can't Fly My Kite No More Cause My Wife Won't Give Me Any Tail"
"I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me"
"I Got Home At 2 With A 10 And Woke Up At 10 With A 2"
"I Hate Every Bone In Your Body Except Mine"
"I Just Bought A Car From The Guy That Stole My Girl But It Didn't Run So I Figured We're Even"
"I Knew I'd Hit Rock Bottom When I Woke Up On Top Of You"
"I Still MIss You Baby, But My Aim Is Gettin' Better"
"If The Phone Don't Ring, Baby It's Me"
"I've Got Red Eyes From Your White Lies And I'm Blue All The Time"
"I've Got Tears in My Ears From Lying on My Back in My Bed Cryin' Over You"
"I'm Not Married But The Wife Is"
"I'm So Miserable Without You It's Almost Like Having You Here"
"I've Got Four On The Floor And A Fifth Under The Seat"
"My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field While Your Dear John Was Breakin' My Heart"
"She Got The Gold Mine And I Got The Shaft"
"She Got The Ring and I Got The Finger"
"You Can't Have Your Kate And Edith Too"
"You're the Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly"
and who could ever forget the classic ...
"I'd Rather Have a Bottle in Front of Me than a Frontal Lobotomy"
While I'm actually putting serious thought (laugh all you want, we'll make more) into a list of song suggestions for the Nifty Nine, here's a list of Country songs that I WISH we'd hear on Tuesday.
"Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through The Goal Posts Of Life"
"Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth 'Cause I'm Kissing You Goodbye"
"Her Teeth Was Stained, But Her Heart Was Pure"
"How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away?"
"Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor On the Bedpost Overnight?"
"How Can You Believe Me When I Say I Love You When You Know I've Been A Liar All My Life"
"I Can't Fly My Kite No More Cause My Wife Won't Give Me Any Tail"
"I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me"
"I Got Home At 2 With A 10 And Woke Up At 10 With A 2"
"I Hate Every Bone In Your Body Except Mine"
"I Just Bought A Car From The Guy That Stole My Girl But It Didn't Run So I Figured We're Even"
"I Knew I'd Hit Rock Bottom When I Woke Up On Top Of You"
"I Still MIss You Baby, But My Aim Is Gettin' Better"
"If The Phone Don't Ring, Baby It's Me"
"I've Got Red Eyes From Your White Lies And I'm Blue All The Time"
"I've Got Tears in My Ears From Lying on My Back in My Bed Cryin' Over You"
"I'm Not Married But The Wife Is"
"I'm So Miserable Without You It's Almost Like Having You Here"
"I've Got Four On The Floor And A Fifth Under The Seat"
"My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field While Your Dear John Was Breakin' My Heart"
"She Got The Gold Mine And I Got The Shaft"
"She Got The Ring and I Got The Finger"
"You Can't Have Your Kate And Edith Too"
"You're the Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly"
and who could ever forget the classic ...
"I'd Rather Have a Bottle in Front of Me than a Frontal Lobotomy"
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
On "Three", Girls: "Lisa No En Casa!"
I'm so glad that we've gotten to the "sprint" edition of cutdown night. Without commercials, I think the show lasted about 8.5 minutes. In the spirit of tonight's blindingly fast show, I'm going to keep things relatively brief.
Is it just me, or did the inclusion of Shakira & Wyclef on tonight's show seem more than slightly RANDOM? I mean, sure, they've recorded music in the 21st Century, but did you EVER expect to see Wyclef Jean on American Idol?!? I'll bet that Lauryn Hill was spittin' bullets! Random or not, theirs certainly was a jaunty little ditty, hmm? Did Shakira sing? I was mesmerized by her hippy-hippy shake. Wyclef was coooool as the other side of the pillow, as he tends to be.
So, while I'm glad that Ryan has been easy on the contestants in the suspense department in the past couple of weeks, I really hope he amps it up a little next time. I know that they don't want to sit there and sweat, but watching them do it is one of the best things about cutdown night. Sure, it sucks. But it's fun in an eeee-vil sort of way.
"Mandisa, Chris, Kellie, Taylor and Paris: You may all be excused and grab a bite to eat while I make the top row test the powers of their respective anti-perspirants." I need more than that. I want someone like Chris or Kellie to think ... just for a second ... that they're in danger.
So, the Bottom Three.
Lisa. No surprise there. Ace. Not really a surprise either.and then there was ... Katharine. What the ...?!?
Not only was Kit Kat in the Bottom Three, she got fewer votes than Ace! Now THAT is the shocker that we were looking for tonight. While it's surprising, it just shows y'all that you've gotta vote for your peeps. Normally, I'd have thought that Katharine's appearance in the Bottom Three was the product of voters assuming she'd be safe. After reading the posts this morning, however, I'm pretty sure she just didn't get votes because people didn't like her performance.
So, VOTE people! I know, I know ... I didn't vote much last night either. OK, fine ... at ALL! But it was in protest of the bad perfomances and song choices last night. Get it together you ... you ... Top 9, you!
Tonight, we bid adieu to Lisa Tucker. She seemed to have accepted her fate (long before the actual news was divulged) and I think that this was the right outcome tonight. I think that in a couple of years, she'll be a force to be reckoned with. She carried herself with grace, charm and dignity that defies her years. She's a good kid.
In the meantime, grab yer boots, y'all! Cause we're goin' COUNTRY next week! YEEEEE-HAW! You know ... just in case you haven't had enough Country music on the show yet this season.
Is it just me, or did the inclusion of Shakira & Wyclef on tonight's show seem more than slightly RANDOM? I mean, sure, they've recorded music in the 21st Century, but did you EVER expect to see Wyclef Jean on American Idol?!? I'll bet that Lauryn Hill was spittin' bullets! Random or not, theirs certainly was a jaunty little ditty, hmm? Did Shakira sing? I was mesmerized by her hippy-hippy shake. Wyclef was coooool as the other side of the pillow, as he tends to be.
So, while I'm glad that Ryan has been easy on the contestants in the suspense department in the past couple of weeks, I really hope he amps it up a little next time. I know that they don't want to sit there and sweat, but watching them do it is one of the best things about cutdown night. Sure, it sucks. But it's fun in an eeee-vil sort of way.
"Mandisa, Chris, Kellie, Taylor and Paris: You may all be excused and grab a bite to eat while I make the top row test the powers of their respective anti-perspirants." I need more than that. I want someone like Chris or Kellie to think ... just for a second ... that they're in danger.
So, the Bottom Three.
Lisa. No surprise there. Ace. Not really a surprise either.and then there was ... Katharine. What the ...?!?
Not only was Kit Kat in the Bottom Three, she got fewer votes than Ace! Now THAT is the shocker that we were looking for tonight. While it's surprising, it just shows y'all that you've gotta vote for your peeps. Normally, I'd have thought that Katharine's appearance in the Bottom Three was the product of voters assuming she'd be safe. After reading the posts this morning, however, I'm pretty sure she just didn't get votes because people didn't like her performance.
So, VOTE people! I know, I know ... I didn't vote much last night either. OK, fine ... at ALL! But it was in protest of the bad perfomances and song choices last night. Get it together you ... you ... Top 9, you!
Tonight, we bid adieu to Lisa Tucker. She seemed to have accepted her fate (long before the actual news was divulged) and I think that this was the right outcome tonight. I think that in a couple of years, she'll be a force to be reckoned with. She carried herself with grace, charm and dignity that defies her years. She's a good kid.
In the meantime, grab yer boots, y'all! Cause we're goin' COUNTRY next week! YEEEEE-HAW! You know ... just in case you haven't had enough Country music on the show yet this season.
The Official Taylor Hicks WHOO! Count
For the Week of March 28, 2006:
The WHOO! Count has been pre-empted this week, as there was absolutely nothing to WHOO! about during last night's show.
*This message is brought to you by Citizens Who Long For the Return of WHOO!*
The WHOO! Count has been pre-empted this week, as there was absolutely nothing to WHOO! about during last night's show.
*This message is brought to you by Citizens Who Long For the Return of WHOO!*
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Welcome to "Cafe Terrible"
Madames et monsieurs ... we welcome you to ze "Cafe Terrible". Tonight, we are offering a wide selection of 'orrible performances, each served with a hot, steaming pile of SNARK on ze side. Bon appetit.
Our maitre'd, Ryan Seacrest, was all polished up and spit-shined this evening, huh? He looked like a cross between Regis Philbin and Johnny Cash. I realize that this isn't Fashion Idol, but I take issue with his color combo tonight. If you're going to wear a blue shirt, wear one that isn't SO dark that people think your blacks are clashing, which is never a good thing.
And what is going on with Paula's hair?? It looks nice and all, but it gets about three shades darker each and every week. I'm a big believer in the whole "better living through chemistry" thing, but go easy with the Nice & Easy, OK?
And please, please tell me that we can't REALLY download Idol performances to our cellphones. Can we? Yech. Just the IDEA of that makes me want to cough up a hairball.
Let's get on with our meal, shall we?
Lisa: Because of You, Kelly Clarkson. I imagine that my reaction to this performance is similar to how Bucky would react to being served sushi. Oh, Lisa. Dear, sweet Lisa. You broke one of the cardinal rules of Idol. Don't perform songs that are signatures of far superior artists. That performance was NASAL as all get out and sharp as a Ginsu knife. And I kept worrying that she was going to yank the extensions out of her hair. Ouch. "Thank you for flying Snarky Airways, Lisa. BUH-BYE."
The Gherkin: Suds In The Bucket, Sara Evans. After that performance, I needed a bucket. Only it wasn't for suds. Kellie needs a good, swift kick in the pants. I've never been her biggest fan, but her performances in recent weeks have been really bargain-basement. While she didn't have the dead-eyed stare of last week, she just seemed disconnected and bored. Which is easy to understand because the song was BORING. Sheesh! My favorite parts of her performance were Marilu Henner's reaction (or lack thereof) and Simon's comments. Simon was my knight in shining, cynical armor tonight.
Ace: Drops of Jupiter, Train. Ace, you should've sung something by Maroon 5. When will the contestants learn that really, really LIKING a song does NOT make you qualified to SING it? Ach. It was better than the previous two, but that's like saying I preferred getting kicked in the shins to being poked in the eyes repeatedly. Also, Ace is QUITE the Nervous Nellie, isn't he? I know, I know ... there are 20 million people watching, but don't you think he'd be over it by now? AND I must take issue with the whole showing the chest scar thing. I mean, I want to see Ace's chest as much as the next gal, but not when you're working the scar into your song a la Elliott and his eye pointing.
Taylor: Trouble, Ray La Montagne. FINALLY! Finally a performance that I could sink my teeth into! I don't know if it was my favorite song -- it was a little repetitive for me -- but I thought that Taylor SANG it great. I just love his voice and I was really glad to hear it. I was really disappointed in him last week, but he really sang to Mama tonight! My only advice to Taylor is to stop rummaging through Ace's closet. Nnnnn-nnnn!
Mandisa: Wanna Praise You, Mary Mary. Alright. I'm going to have to issue a disclaimer before I start in on Mandisa's performance. I am not an atheist, nor am I opposed to anyone expressing their faith or anything like that. But ... UGH. I thought that the song choice was awful; it was the wrong forum for a song like that. And I thought her performance was really screechy and that she screamed the whole thing. I think that this was my LEAST favorite performance of Mandisa's. While I'm sure that Paula was correct when she said there would be lots of new parishoners at the Church of ManDiva, I will not be among them. Too much. I needed a nice, cleansing sorbet after that.
Chris: What If, Creed. Oh, I don't know, Chris ... WHAT IF you hadn't made such an obvious song choice? I must confess that I am, like, Creed's ANTI-fan. I might like them if their lead singer wasn't such a pompous jackrammer, but he is. So, I don't. Anyway, I thought that Chris' performance was very good, but I think he's beginning to seem a little one-dimensional. I happen to think that dimension is going to make him a very rich man, but I'd like to see him soften it up a little next week. He can still be all soulful, but he doesn't have to do the same kind of song week in and week out. OH ... and full *SNAPS* for nipping that whole LIVE thing in the bud right out of the blocks.
Katharine: The Voice Within, Christina Aguilera. So, was I the only one listening to that? What were Simon, Paula and Theodore going on and on about? Maybe I just don't like that song; if Xtina sings it that way, then I probably wouldn't like her version either. I didn't care for it at all. And did Kat borrow an ensemble from Sheila E?? So far, she is far from leading the glamorous life.
Bucky: Real Good Man, Tim McGraw. Bucky is surely a real good man. Too bad this wasn't a real good performance. Bucky was back to his mumbling ways, which really disappoints me. He definitely seemed more comfortable than he has in the past couple of weeks, but I WISH he could sing like he does on his own song (http://www.buckycovingtononline.com/blog.html). The performances he's giving are just not cutting it. I'm afraid that Bucky's might be Bottom 3-bound once again.
Paris: Work It Out, Beyonce. If you closed your eyes, Paris was the clear winner tonight. Her vocal was totally a "ballsy". I thought that watching her, on the other hand, was a little disturbing. She just had way too much going on in the accessory department. Too much with the hair fall, too much with the giant gold doubloon earrings, too much with the boots and the belted thing and the this and the that and the other. Too much. But I still thought she worked it out, pun 100% intended.
Elliott: I Don't Want to Be, Gavin DeGraw. I must say that I've been totally diggin on my funky white boy for the past few weeks. I thought he sounded a bit out of breath tonight, but I imagine that's because he was getting his groove on so thoroughly. For that, I give him credit. This wasn't my favorite vocal performance of his, but I thought he did great and I'm so glad he's showing some personality (not a moment too soon, E-Dizz!)
Overall, I'd say that this meal left a really bad taste in my mouth and that this is a restaurant that I hope I never have to dine in again. If I were Zagat's, I'd be giving the Songs of the 21st Century a 1-star rating, at best.
My guesses for the contestants who're most likely to lose their reservations at next week's event?
Lisa, Buckyand ... Kellie (because she needs it)
Our maitre'd, Ryan Seacrest, was all polished up and spit-shined this evening, huh? He looked like a cross between Regis Philbin and Johnny Cash. I realize that this isn't Fashion Idol, but I take issue with his color combo tonight. If you're going to wear a blue shirt, wear one that isn't SO dark that people think your blacks are clashing, which is never a good thing.
And what is going on with Paula's hair?? It looks nice and all, but it gets about three shades darker each and every week. I'm a big believer in the whole "better living through chemistry" thing, but go easy with the Nice & Easy, OK?
And please, please tell me that we can't REALLY download Idol performances to our cellphones. Can we? Yech. Just the IDEA of that makes me want to cough up a hairball.
Let's get on with our meal, shall we?
Lisa: Because of You, Kelly Clarkson. I imagine that my reaction to this performance is similar to how Bucky would react to being served sushi. Oh, Lisa. Dear, sweet Lisa. You broke one of the cardinal rules of Idol. Don't perform songs that are signatures of far superior artists. That performance was NASAL as all get out and sharp as a Ginsu knife. And I kept worrying that she was going to yank the extensions out of her hair. Ouch. "Thank you for flying Snarky Airways, Lisa. BUH-BYE."
The Gherkin: Suds In The Bucket, Sara Evans. After that performance, I needed a bucket. Only it wasn't for suds. Kellie needs a good, swift kick in the pants. I've never been her biggest fan, but her performances in recent weeks have been really bargain-basement. While she didn't have the dead-eyed stare of last week, she just seemed disconnected and bored. Which is easy to understand because the song was BORING. Sheesh! My favorite parts of her performance were Marilu Henner's reaction (or lack thereof) and Simon's comments. Simon was my knight in shining, cynical armor tonight.
Ace: Drops of Jupiter, Train. Ace, you should've sung something by Maroon 5. When will the contestants learn that really, really LIKING a song does NOT make you qualified to SING it? Ach. It was better than the previous two, but that's like saying I preferred getting kicked in the shins to being poked in the eyes repeatedly. Also, Ace is QUITE the Nervous Nellie, isn't he? I know, I know ... there are 20 million people watching, but don't you think he'd be over it by now? AND I must take issue with the whole showing the chest scar thing. I mean, I want to see Ace's chest as much as the next gal, but not when you're working the scar into your song a la Elliott and his eye pointing.
Taylor: Trouble, Ray La Montagne. FINALLY! Finally a performance that I could sink my teeth into! I don't know if it was my favorite song -- it was a little repetitive for me -- but I thought that Taylor SANG it great. I just love his voice and I was really glad to hear it. I was really disappointed in him last week, but he really sang to Mama tonight! My only advice to Taylor is to stop rummaging through Ace's closet. Nnnnn-nnnn!
Mandisa: Wanna Praise You, Mary Mary. Alright. I'm going to have to issue a disclaimer before I start in on Mandisa's performance. I am not an atheist, nor am I opposed to anyone expressing their faith or anything like that. But ... UGH. I thought that the song choice was awful; it was the wrong forum for a song like that. And I thought her performance was really screechy and that she screamed the whole thing. I think that this was my LEAST favorite performance of Mandisa's. While I'm sure that Paula was correct when she said there would be lots of new parishoners at the Church of ManDiva, I will not be among them. Too much. I needed a nice, cleansing sorbet after that.
Chris: What If, Creed. Oh, I don't know, Chris ... WHAT IF you hadn't made such an obvious song choice? I must confess that I am, like, Creed's ANTI-fan. I might like them if their lead singer wasn't such a pompous jackrammer, but he is. So, I don't. Anyway, I thought that Chris' performance was very good, but I think he's beginning to seem a little one-dimensional. I happen to think that dimension is going to make him a very rich man, but I'd like to see him soften it up a little next week. He can still be all soulful, but he doesn't have to do the same kind of song week in and week out. OH ... and full *SNAPS* for nipping that whole LIVE thing in the bud right out of the blocks.
Katharine: The Voice Within, Christina Aguilera. So, was I the only one listening to that? What were Simon, Paula and Theodore going on and on about? Maybe I just don't like that song; if Xtina sings it that way, then I probably wouldn't like her version either. I didn't care for it at all. And did Kat borrow an ensemble from Sheila E?? So far, she is far from leading the glamorous life.
Bucky: Real Good Man, Tim McGraw. Bucky is surely a real good man. Too bad this wasn't a real good performance. Bucky was back to his mumbling ways, which really disappoints me. He definitely seemed more comfortable than he has in the past couple of weeks, but I WISH he could sing like he does on his own song (http://www.buckycovingtononline.com/blog.html). The performances he's giving are just not cutting it. I'm afraid that Bucky's might be Bottom 3-bound once again.
Paris: Work It Out, Beyonce. If you closed your eyes, Paris was the clear winner tonight. Her vocal was totally a "ballsy". I thought that watching her, on the other hand, was a little disturbing. She just had way too much going on in the accessory department. Too much with the hair fall, too much with the giant gold doubloon earrings, too much with the boots and the belted thing and the this and the that and the other. Too much. But I still thought she worked it out, pun 100% intended.
Elliott: I Don't Want to Be, Gavin DeGraw. I must say that I've been totally diggin on my funky white boy for the past few weeks. I thought he sounded a bit out of breath tonight, but I imagine that's because he was getting his groove on so thoroughly. For that, I give him credit. This wasn't my favorite vocal performance of his, but I thought he did great and I'm so glad he's showing some personality (not a moment too soon, E-Dizz!)
Overall, I'd say that this meal left a really bad taste in my mouth and that this is a restaurant that I hope I never have to dine in again. If I were Zagat's, I'd be giving the Songs of the 21st Century a 1-star rating, at best.
My guesses for the contestants who're most likely to lose their reservations at next week's event?
Lisa, Buckyand ... Kellie (because she needs it)
Let's Cast Ourselves Into THE FUTURE!
Welcome, seekers of truth! Yessirree, the Mystical Floresta is back and ready to unlock the FUTURE! Now, let us all gather 'round the limited edition Idol Plasma Ball and listen as it reveals its secrets ...
I think ... this will be the most difficult week yet for Los Diez. Yes, my pets ... it ain't gonna be pretty.
I think ... Floresta's fondest wish is for Kellie Pickler to sing In Da Club, by 50 Cent. (C'mon, spirits! Throw a girl a bone!)
I think ... the strongest performance of the night will be brough'en by Paris Bennett. She has the vocal chops to knock our collective socks off, but she's also got the 'tude that goes along with songs from the likes of Beyonce.
I think ... that Simon has been in way too good of a mood in recent weeks and the snarky tone we all know (and secretly love) will be back with a vengeance!
I think ... Lisa is skating on a thin, thin veneer of ice and needs to get it together. Pronto. Otherwise, Lisa will soon be "no en casa".
I think ... Taylor would cause Floresta's flimsy underthings to burst into flames if he were to sing Babylon by David Gray.
I think ... While Chris should acknowledge the spectacle of LIVE-gate (thanks, Magistra!), he should focus more on redeeming himself in the eyes of his fans. We've all come to expect big things from the Bald Wonder ... he needs to show us that we haven't ridden the Chris Train in vain. (This writer has no doubt that the man with the shiny, sexy head will bring it! Just, for the love of all that is right and holy, say NO to Creed!)
I think ... with choices like Maroon 5 and Justin Timberlake out there, it's going to be another falsetto-laden evening for our favorite little snack cake, The Tasty ACE.
I think ... if Bucky knows what's good for him, he'll sing Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw. It's country, so that'd satisfy his base, but it would prove to naysayers that he CAN sing.
I think ... Floresta is sleep-deprived and posted before she was finished.
So, there you have it, kids. Let's hope that someone is really offensively bad tonight, as we need a new target. I am hopeful that tonight's show will be more exciting than last week, but only time will tell!
I think ... I'll see you guys AFTER THE BREAK.
I think ... this will be the most difficult week yet for Los Diez. Yes, my pets ... it ain't gonna be pretty.
I think ... Floresta's fondest wish is for Kellie Pickler to sing In Da Club, by 50 Cent. (C'mon, spirits! Throw a girl a bone!)
I think ... the strongest performance of the night will be brough'en by Paris Bennett. She has the vocal chops to knock our collective socks off, but she's also got the 'tude that goes along with songs from the likes of Beyonce.
I think ... that Simon has been in way too good of a mood in recent weeks and the snarky tone we all know (and secretly love) will be back with a vengeance!
I think ... Lisa is skating on a thin, thin veneer of ice and needs to get it together. Pronto. Otherwise, Lisa will soon be "no en casa".
I think ... Taylor would cause Floresta's flimsy underthings to burst into flames if he were to sing Babylon by David Gray.
I think ... While Chris should acknowledge the spectacle of LIVE-gate (thanks, Magistra!), he should focus more on redeeming himself in the eyes of his fans. We've all come to expect big things from the Bald Wonder ... he needs to show us that we haven't ridden the Chris Train in vain. (This writer has no doubt that the man with the shiny, sexy head will bring it! Just, for the love of all that is right and holy, say NO to Creed!)
I think ... with choices like Maroon 5 and Justin Timberlake out there, it's going to be another falsetto-laden evening for our favorite little snack cake, The Tasty ACE.
I think ... if Bucky knows what's good for him, he'll sing Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw. It's country, so that'd satisfy his base, but it would prove to naysayers that he CAN sing.
I think ... Floresta is sleep-deprived and posted before she was finished.
So, there you have it, kids. Let's hope that someone is really offensively bad tonight, as we need a new target. I am hopeful that tonight's show will be more exciting than last week, but only time will tell!
I think ... I'll see you guys AFTER THE BREAK.
Monday, March 27, 2006
She's Got Electric ... WHAT?
Ciao, fellow Idolaters! I have nothing real to add to the furious debate over Chris Daughtry's "Crimes Against Idol", nor do I have much of an opinion on the songs the contestants should sing this week (I've been an XM Radio listenener for a few years now and am shamefully ignorant of the music of the "Hot 100").
What I DO have is a book that is both a hoot AND a holler. The book is called When A Man Loves A Walnut ... and More Misheard Lyrics. There are a couple of other books in this series: Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy and He's Got The Whole World In His Pants; if you've missed any of them, please rush out in a buying frenzy. You won't be disappointed.
The books are compilations of misheard lyrics, or "mondegreens" that are hilarity of the highest order. Based on some of the performances during Hollyweird Week, there might be some more songs destined for inclusions in later editions.
Here are some of my faves:
Santana, Oye Como Va
Misheard: "See the comb I bought"
Correct: "Oye Como Va"
Steely Dan, Reelin In The Years
Misheard: "Are you really in the yeast? Stowin' away the tiles? Are you gatherin up the teats? Have you had enough of mine?"
Correct: "Are you reelin' in the years? Stowin' away the time? Are you gatherin' up the tears? Have you had enough of mine?"
Foreigner, Double Vision
Misheard: "My mind is bacon, but my body's Sizzlean"
Correct: "My mind is racin', but my body's in the lead"
George Michael, Father Figure
Misheard: "To be bowling naked at your side"
Correct: "To be bold and naked at your side"
R.E.M., Man on the Moon
Misheard: "Edith was troubled by a horrible ass."
Correct: "Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp."
Olivia Newton-John & John Travolta, You're the One That I Want
Misheard: "You better shape up before you pee the bed."
Correct: "You better shape up 'cause I need a man."
... and one to make America proud:
The Star Spangled Banner
Misheard: "Who brought stripes and fried stars through the barrel of Sprite?"
Correct: "Whose broad stripes and broad stars through the perilous fight."
Is there a song whose lyrics you perpetually butchered before you were able to say, "OHHH! That's what they were saying!" C'mon ... you're among friends and snarkers here.
The one I always heard wrong was from Elton John's Bennie & The Jets. I always heard: "She's got electric boobs and no hair, too" when the real lyrics are "she's got electric boots, a mohair suit" ... I can't imagine why I missed that one!
What I DO have is a book that is both a hoot AND a holler. The book is called When A Man Loves A Walnut ... and More Misheard Lyrics. There are a couple of other books in this series: Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy and He's Got The Whole World In His Pants; if you've missed any of them, please rush out in a buying frenzy. You won't be disappointed.
The books are compilations of misheard lyrics, or "mondegreens" that are hilarity of the highest order. Based on some of the performances during Hollyweird Week, there might be some more songs destined for inclusions in later editions.
Here are some of my faves:
Santana, Oye Como Va
Misheard: "See the comb I bought"
Correct: "Oye Como Va"
Steely Dan, Reelin In The Years
Misheard: "Are you really in the yeast? Stowin' away the tiles? Are you gatherin up the teats? Have you had enough of mine?"
Correct: "Are you reelin' in the years? Stowin' away the time? Are you gatherin' up the tears? Have you had enough of mine?"
Foreigner, Double Vision
Misheard: "My mind is bacon, but my body's Sizzlean"
Correct: "My mind is racin', but my body's in the lead"
George Michael, Father Figure
Misheard: "To be bowling naked at your side"
Correct: "To be bold and naked at your side"
R.E.M., Man on the Moon
Misheard: "Edith was troubled by a horrible ass."
Correct: "Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp."
Olivia Newton-John & John Travolta, You're the One That I Want
Misheard: "You better shape up before you pee the bed."
Correct: "You better shape up 'cause I need a man."
... and one to make America proud:
The Star Spangled Banner
Misheard: "Who brought stripes and fried stars through the barrel of Sprite?"
Correct: "Whose broad stripes and broad stars through the perilous fight."
Is there a song whose lyrics you perpetually butchered before you were able to say, "OHHH! That's what they were saying!" C'mon ... you're among friends and snarkers here.
The one I always heard wrong was from Elton John's Bennie & The Jets. I always heard: "She's got electric boobs and no hair, too" when the real lyrics are "she's got electric boots, a mohair suit" ... I can't imagine why I missed that one!
Friday, March 24, 2006
Do Gherkins Go With Ouzo?
I'm not normally one to take part in (*ahem*) Idol gossip, but there has been rampant speculation that our sweet little Gherkin has broadened her ever-expanding tastes to Greek delicacies, namely Constantine Maroulis.
Has she been sampling the dolmades? We may never know, but I'd be willing to bet that the little minx and our swarthy friend from Season 4 are nothing more than friends. They are in Hollywood, though so, when in Rome ...
Just in case she and Constantine are doing more than swapping recipes for hush puppies, here's an idea of what might happen if a dark and brooding pseudo-angry semi-rocker and a not-so-innocent-or-naive Gherkin were to take that midnight train to Mykonos ...
We'll just call her the "Constantickler" for now. Any name suggestions? Just let me know how this one should be christened.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Goodbye, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Adieu
(*cue Handel's Hallelujah Chorus*)
Ohhh, America. I am so proud! (*sniff*)
Rarely I have been so pleased to be wrong. I have served myself an extra-large slice of Humble Pie on which I can chow down as I blog rhapsodic. Before we get to the Main Event, however, I feel that there are several items which deserve some attention.
Let's get to it.
I must say that I was rather dismayed to see The Divine Ms. M's prediction about Ryan's über-skinny tie come true. At least it wasn't made of leather or plastered with a piano keyboard.
Perhaps it's just me, but I consider such neckwear an example of very poor fashion judgment. Maybe next week he'll break out his Vans and o-ring bracelets.
I thought Big Barry's performance of Love Is A Many Splendored Thing was quite nice, though I must admit I had to close my eyes and just listen to him. It is this writer's opinion that he's a performer who's better heard and not seen. Did anyone else notice that he seemed AWFULLY jittery last night? Perhaps he'd had one too many Frappuccinos or something. Maybe he was just really excited to be near Ryan.
Also, I thought that the Ford commercial last night was better by leaps and bounds than last week's. I loved the video effect; it reminded me of a Missy Elliott or Busta Rhymes video, but for the obvious distinctions. Definitely nowhere near the cheese factor of the camping commercial. Two thumbs up. Fine family fun.
I thought it was really funny that Randy and Paula both wore red shirts. It was like they were trying to form a new club whose slogan is "NO SIMONS ALLOWED!" Do you think he felt left out?
Also, I’m not sure if it actually happened (because the camera never panned back to her), but I think we might’ve seen Paula’s first real tears of the season. And I must say that she managed to give lucid, coherent remarks to Bucky and Kevin as they stood on the AI chopping block. But did she really lump those two in with the likes of Bo Bice, Jennifer Hudson and Clay Aiken? PUH-LEASE!
Now to the nitty gritty.
I thought that the weeding out of the Bottom Three was fairly humane last night. Boom, boom, boom … and there they were. Maybe they wanted Kevin to get maximum face time, but Ryan didn’t seem to drag out the process nearly as much as he usually does. I must admit that I was well and truly floored by Kevin’s presence in the group. Those of you who read my recap the other night know that I don’t think that Kevin gave the worst performance of Tuesday night. I think that honor belongs to Lisa Tucker. I was sure that The Kid’s fan base would have succeeded in what I am sure was an all-out voting blitz.
I had forgotten about another interesting phenomenon of the John Stevens effect. From Season 3, he was the last contestant who elicited such harsh criticism for even being in the competition at all, but he was adored by the same legions of fans who’re supporting Kevin now. Week after week, he’d give painfully bad performances and Simon would rip him to shreds. Voters rallied to “defend” him and he got voted through again and again, watching in agony as more qualified singers left before him. Then, one week when the stars were blissfully well aligned, he and Simon seemed to come to an understanding. He gave a decent performance, Simon gave him nothing but respectful commentary and, lo and behold, John Stevens was the contestant going home on Results Night.
That may just have been what happened this week with Kevin Covais. He was low-key and likeable and he cast aside the cocky swagger that had started to work everyone’s last nerve. Simon wasn’t caustic at all. In fact, his comments to Kevin were downright friendly. This gave dear KevCo the chance to leave on an upswing and his fans graciously relented.
America, you might’ve waited too long, but I do think that Kevin’s exit was the right thing overall. Give yourselves a round of applause.
Now, go get some of that chicken that we’ve all been hankering for!
Ohhh, America. I am so proud! (*sniff*)
Rarely I have been so pleased to be wrong. I have served myself an extra-large slice of Humble Pie on which I can chow down as I blog rhapsodic. Before we get to the Main Event, however, I feel that there are several items which deserve some attention.
Let's get to it.
I must say that I was rather dismayed to see The Divine Ms. M's prediction about Ryan's über-skinny tie come true. At least it wasn't made of leather or plastered with a piano keyboard.
Perhaps it's just me, but I consider such neckwear an example of very poor fashion judgment. Maybe next week he'll break out his Vans and o-ring bracelets.
I thought Big Barry's performance of Love Is A Many Splendored Thing was quite nice, though I must admit I had to close my eyes and just listen to him. It is this writer's opinion that he's a performer who's better heard and not seen. Did anyone else notice that he seemed AWFULLY jittery last night? Perhaps he'd had one too many Frappuccinos or something. Maybe he was just really excited to be near Ryan.
Also, I thought that the Ford commercial last night was better by leaps and bounds than last week's. I loved the video effect; it reminded me of a Missy Elliott or Busta Rhymes video, but for the obvious distinctions. Definitely nowhere near the cheese factor of the camping commercial. Two thumbs up. Fine family fun.
I thought it was really funny that Randy and Paula both wore red shirts. It was like they were trying to form a new club whose slogan is "NO SIMONS ALLOWED!" Do you think he felt left out?
Also, I’m not sure if it actually happened (because the camera never panned back to her), but I think we might’ve seen Paula’s first real tears of the season. And I must say that she managed to give lucid, coherent remarks to Bucky and Kevin as they stood on the AI chopping block. But did she really lump those two in with the likes of Bo Bice, Jennifer Hudson and Clay Aiken? PUH-LEASE!
Now to the nitty gritty.
I thought that the weeding out of the Bottom Three was fairly humane last night. Boom, boom, boom … and there they were. Maybe they wanted Kevin to get maximum face time, but Ryan didn’t seem to drag out the process nearly as much as he usually does. I must admit that I was well and truly floored by Kevin’s presence in the group. Those of you who read my recap the other night know that I don’t think that Kevin gave the worst performance of Tuesday night. I think that honor belongs to Lisa Tucker. I was sure that The Kid’s fan base would have succeeded in what I am sure was an all-out voting blitz.
I had forgotten about another interesting phenomenon of the John Stevens effect. From Season 3, he was the last contestant who elicited such harsh criticism for even being in the competition at all, but he was adored by the same legions of fans who’re supporting Kevin now. Week after week, he’d give painfully bad performances and Simon would rip him to shreds. Voters rallied to “defend” him and he got voted through again and again, watching in agony as more qualified singers left before him. Then, one week when the stars were blissfully well aligned, he and Simon seemed to come to an understanding. He gave a decent performance, Simon gave him nothing but respectful commentary and, lo and behold, John Stevens was the contestant going home on Results Night.
That may just have been what happened this week with Kevin Covais. He was low-key and likeable and he cast aside the cocky swagger that had started to work everyone’s last nerve. Simon wasn’t caustic at all. In fact, his comments to Kevin were downright friendly. This gave dear KevCo the chance to leave on an upswing and his fans graciously relented.
America, you might’ve waited too long, but I do think that Kevin’s exit was the right thing overall. Give yourselves a round of applause.
Now, go get some of that chicken that we’ve all been hankering for!
The Fonz says, "Mashups are COOL."
In spite of my opinions of Kevin's singing over the past few weeks, I must say that I was quite impressed by him this week. Not so much by his singing, which was certainly better that it had been, but by his demeanor. He ditched the cocky attitude and was a nice, normal kid. He's a fine kid and he'll go far in anything he decides to pursue in life. Well, almost anything.
As a tribute to our departed little chick-let, I give you ...
"The Kev" (AYYYYYYYYY!)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Welcome to "Coffee Talk", AI Style
OK ... I'm feeling a little verklempt right now! (*sniffs*) It's just that it's been a long time since I felt such deep personal satisfaction. I'm so overwhelmed, actually, that I don't think I can write a coherent post until tomorrow. Ach I'm dying!
I need to have a moment.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Here's a topic: The Italian Neo Realist Movement in film was neither Italian nor neo nor particuarly a movement.
Discuss.
(If you want, you can talk about the glorious departure--deserved or not--of one Kevin Covais, as well!)
I need to have a moment.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Here's a topic: The Italian Neo Realist Movement in film was neither Italian nor neo nor particuarly a movement.
Discuss.
(If you want, you can talk about the glorious departure--deserved or not--of one Kevin Covais, as well!)
The Official Taylor Hicks WHOO! Count
For the Week of March 22, 2006, the WHOO! count registered: ZERO**
(A side order of "WHOO!" was served up by Paula, who gave us WHOO! x2) Thanks, Paula. Can we get some fries with that?
This message has been brought to you by Citizens Against WHOO!
**I take the absence of WHOO! in a Taylor Hicks performance as a bad sign. This writer feels that the lack of "WHOO!" indicates that Mr. Hicks himself wasn't too jazzed with his performance.
(A side order of "WHOO!" was served up by Paula, who gave us WHOO! x2) Thanks, Paula. Can we get some fries with that?
This message has been brought to you by Citizens Against WHOO!
**I take the absence of WHOO! in a Taylor Hicks performance as a bad sign. This writer feels that the lack of "WHOO!" indicates that Mr. Hicks himself wasn't too jazzed with his performance.
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