So did sunny Phoenix fulfill everyone's expectations for the first night of American Idol? I have to say that the bad wasn't that bad. Here's my assessments (I'll put in pics where I have them for clarity):


Ahhh -- Barra barra cuda.... now this was kind of nice. I was just remarking that we now need a rocker chick. And her hair made me think of Dabba's fave super-hero Hot Lava Girl:




much much too pink. but i also thought the judges were way too hard on her. she's 16 for cryin out loud. give her break.
and then there was the dude who swallowed Wayne Newton - the craziest singing technique I'd ever seen, the guy singing some seriously bad Barry White, the geeky kid could be a new Clay Aiken, but I can't say I was blown away by anyone. The girl who sang Etta James' at last...eh... if you listen to all these sound bites a couple things become apparent. The bad ones were not atrocious (at least what we saw last night. I'm sure there's some humdingers in the can for a special later) and the good ones were not remarkable...and they all pretty much sang in the same key.... really. But that's ok...lot's of auditions to go...next stop Louisville? Oh the Batman will be beside himself. I can see it now - he'll keep asking for names just in case he knows someone, cuz you know KY's state motto: 15 million people, 15 last names. yeah, I said it. Lastly, I am very concerned about David Cooks new album cover because he every much resembles a Sleestak:


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