( continues...) him, right? Until after he won the gold. And he turned into the most ginormous tool ever (pre-D.Cook). And he kept going onandonandonandon about his artistry and how he was such an artist, and I’m like, “Dude. You are a grown ass man who spends his life skating around a rink on knife thin metal blades. In tights. And sparkle shirts. To music. For a living. Can the artist crap.” So anyway, he did this skating spectacular, do y’all remember this? And in his skating spectacular, he did a number where he was dressed all in white and skating on this outdoor rink and everyone had a collective conniption about this routine and lost their ever-loving minds talking about how it was the most beautiful and creative and artistically perfect thing ever seen in the world of skating ever since time began. You know on account of how Brian Boitano was such an artist and stuff. And the song he used? Music of the Night. And there was Brian B., OG Tool, doing his patented spread eagles and arm over head triple axles on this white lake in his white costume with his receding hairline being god’s gift to skating and me hating every inch of his smug, white clad ass. And ever since then, I’ve despised this song. All of this as a way to not have to write about D.Cook, who (when I really think about it) is like the Brian Boitano of Idol for me. Oooh. I like that. And needless to say, I did not like this performance. As ever. I will say that he was in good voice (although the close of the song went completely off the rails. WTF?). Better than he’s been in weeks, IMHO. And in the pimp spot (which he needed after Mariah week) so he’s gravy.
The Bad
This week, only my pretty, pretty stoner boy was really egregiously bad. Lots of good voices left in this top 6. I really think they are one of the strongest Top 6 groups ever.
The Perplexing
Carly’s poor song choices continue and while she wasn’t bad, she didn’t impress at all. Brooke was a puzzle to me tonight. Not great by any means, but competent. The do-over thing is still gnawing at me.
The Grudging Props
Given to D.Cook. It’s the least I’ve hated you in . . . well, ever. Kudos, sir.
The Good but I’m starting to not care a lot
D’Archie, here is a mini-filk just for you in honor of ALW week set to the tune of Evita's dying lament. Don't let it happen to you:
The choice is yours (well, no not really)
You can have the tweener votes if you desire
You can sing crappy ballads ‘til your face turns blue
Or else, pick up the pace so you’ll get mine
I remember that you are very young yet
And the show doesn’t feed you very much
So what use would a little Usher Raymond be
When your dad threatens you with the bad touch?
Will you win? I don’t know.
If you just keep singing ballads, don’t think so.
The good but I’m starting to care a little
Syesha. Get down, girl, go head get down. She has really been a comer these past few weeks and I have never liked this girl dating way back to Hollywood week when she and her laryngitis and her idiotic mini writing board were too cute by half. If she keeps singing like this, I’ma have to reconsider
Who do I want to go home? Don’t ask anymore. Who do I think will go home? Well, by giving her the number one spot, it seems like they’re trying to get Syesha out next, but I think she might’ve done enough to foil their plans. I’m really scared that it might be Jason. Would not be surprised at all with both Jason (‘cause he was really bad this week) and Syesha (because she doesn’t have much of a fan base to withstand the sucktacular placememt) in the B3, joined by either Brooke or Carly. I still think it’s Syesha’s week to go, which would be sad because she seems to be just hitting her stride. Or, I could actually see Carly going this week as well. Mid-pack and an underwhelming performance do not a good results show night make.