Guilty Pleasure Blogging
The top 7 with Rod Stewart, his fiance and their new baby. Awww.
Okay, 21st century night just sucked. The only performances I even remember are Taylor’s (which was SO much better than that frenzied dancing of his last week), Chris’ (because I love that song), and Elliott’s (because it brought back some fond Bo-Bice memories).
And then… shocker: the bottom three were Lisa, Ace and Katharine. The hell? And here I thought she was America’s sweetheart.
Lisa was out, of course. She’s been picking the wrong songs for the past couple of weeks now, so it was just time.
This must be the best review I’ve read on Idol so far:
… I went to the living room and put on a Beatles disk, the real ones not as covered by American Idol contestants, to drown out the twang. She responded by saying, “I ain’t never heard of no Beatles. Are they like Garth Brooks?”
To which I said, “You know dear, I saw a picture in the National Enquirer of Kellie Pickler reading Wittgenstein while dressed in one of Jennifer Lopez’s old awards show outfits. I think she’s faking it. You might as well pretend to be Mandisa.”
“Are you saying that I’m fat?”
“No no, dear, Mandisa’s a very dignified spiritually-centered individual with a great voice, not some blonde with a backstory who pretends not to know what ‘ballsy’ is.”