Wow! Who KNEW that a slow tempoed ballad really had a backstage pass into Rock and Roll Hall of Fame night? I will now have to revamp my entire knowledge of the music catalog.
Anyone who has read my blog realizes that I am quite possibly a teensy bit of a rabid David Cook fan. His opening Lack of Experiment with Duran squared's "Hungry Like the Wolf" was actually good contrary to everyone's Eh response. The problem here is that DC has gotten so highly anticipated week after week that his *not re-vamped* performance of Hungry Like the Wolf came off like Einstein putting together a 500,000 piece all black puzzle. Yeah, it'd be a big deal if someone else did it but the bar has been set too high now. The expectations from ADD America needs instant gratification. I however would be fine if David Cook got up and recited his ABCs. I'd dial in at least four times.
I think now that Syesha is the only female, she had to fill in the archetye of Brooke White and just allow the tear dam to erode very publicly. I never get why no matter what Syesha does, the judges seem to have some really bad secretive joke going on and tell her that "It was just a'ight for me, Dawg." She can outsing a mockingbird and she's like Spongebob on the episode where Squidward is the art teacher. Despite his perfectly drawn circles and carved statues, Squidward convinced him that basically he couldn't even defecate right. If she sings a Dolly/Whitney song and shatters windows, they would just slap her Whitney Touchin' wrists and hand her a broom for the glass fallout.
I no longer know what to say about Jason Casto except that for someone who was finally in his element, he imploded, taking the words to the Bob Dylan song with him. I'd have to say that the essence of Bob was not invoked. After the tour is over, he will have a promising career in Benetton billboard underwear ads.
And the adorable monchichi. I'nt he sweet? We all know that sweet things are not good for us in large quantities. So neither is this. He must only put out singles when its time to immortalize the charm - no remixes, no covers...in fact, no songs. Jingles. He can do jingles. And have someone sing them FOR him while they release him back to the Cute part of the jungle.
Meanwhile, Bo Bice will be helicoptered back to the Lynyrd Skynyrd part of the jungle. Bo looks like most of my ex boyfriends from my 20s. Something registered strange for me with David Cook standing in the background as part of the mandatory whole note clapping to a gratuitous Bo Bice solo. Almost like the Alpha Dog's bark being reduced to a momentary yap.
Down to the boot though. Jason Castro is the most jubilant of all those who have had to step down and wait for the tour to start. He seems quite happy and makes it difficult to feel bad for him. As I watch him give his final Idol words, it strikes me who he reminds me of - John Travola's Danny Zuko in Grease. If they ever shoot Grease 3 in Jamaica, Jason Castro, no doubt will be riding his surfboard in the main role.
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