Wednesday, May 17, 2006

And Down the Stretch They Come

Good stuff tonight. My girl Katharine McPhee redeemed herself after last week's fiasco.

"I Believe I Can Fly" was shaky. I didn't love it. However, I actually cackled when she shot back, "I didn't pick it!" when Randy Jackson chastised her for song selection. That is further evidence that his post-performance remarks are worthless. Dude, Clive Davis chose the song and duh, he's sitting right next to you. Mind your mouth, asshole. And stop with the Journey shout-outs. You joined them by the time they were relegated to headlining venues akin to Kellerman's. You were not part of the "Open Arms" era so shut up, Randy.

If you ask moi, Simon Cowell should always pick the show themes and songs for each contestant. That chap knows his stuff. "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" was an absolutely gorgeous fit for McPhee. I'm not going to lie to you... I usually fast forward that part of "The Wizard of Oz" because the song is a bit slow and boring, in my humble opinion. But KMcPhee took a classic (and the fodder for many a bad "Star Search" performance. Yes, I'm tawkin' bout you, Sam Harris) and made it her own. She deserves to be in the top two.

Taylor Hicks has a great voice. I can't deny it, as much as it pains me. But honestly, all he did tonight was mimic Bruce Springsteen, Joe Cocker and Otis Redding, albeit competently. But his performances are more homage than anything else. But that's neither here nor there as I'm already resigned to the fact that he's going to win the whole damn thing. Sigh.

But did anyone else notice how small his feet are? He was wearing black, orthopedic clodhoppers in the one-on-one interview with Clive and well the feet?... Tiny. Do the math.

Low blow, perhaps but hey, if I have to deal with that "Soul Patrol"-spewing moron winning this thing, I'm at least entitled to one crack about the size of his manhood, no?

Which brings us to Elliott Yamin... Sorry dude, but you're going home. I don't know that you deserve to necessarily but I do think your time has come. Fear not, Elliot, as record deals and cosmetic dentistry await you. Well done, young man.

Bring on the finale!

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