American Idol Premiere: 8th Verse, Same as the First

So remember how this season of American Idol was going to be NEW and DIFFERENT? Well, it's not. Sure, we have a new judge who may or may not want to make out with Paula Abdul, and we had a girl in a bikini audition for the show, but aside from that, it's all the same -- dumb, endless montages, ratty shirts on Simon, and Seacrest thinking girls are icky, especially ones in bikinis. Here's a rundown of all of last night's noted and notable performance, with first and last names so you can go and look everyone up on MySpace and Facebook, because I'm not doing that shit until we get to the Top 36.

Tuan Nguyen, 20
"The Way You Make Me Feel" (Michael Jackson)
This guy and his fro could have saved himself a lot of air time -- and a lot of embarrassment -- had he not decided to dance. Related: he may or may not be auditioning for the next season of So You Think You Can Dance. No Hollywood.

Emily Wynne-Hughes, 21
"Barracuda" (Heart)
She got pierced and tattooed and dyed her hair pink so she'd never had to work in an office, which I can get down with. Also, it takes balls to try to sing that song a capella. Going to Hollywood/

Randy Madden, 27
"Livin' on a Prayer" (Bon Jovi)
This guy looked just like Izzy Stradlin and cried like a little girl pretty much the whole time. And he also sucked. And I'm not surprised that Ryan Seacrest can't tell his G 'n' R alums apart, because he was too busy shakin' it to Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time," back in those days, but he compared him to Axl Rose. No Hollywood.

JB Ahfua, 16
I found this guy mostly forgettable, except that it sounded like his song ended with the lyric "waking up inside of you," which is gross in a Dave Matthews "hike up your skirt a little more" way, and now I need to go take a shower. Going to Hollywood.

Michael Gurr, 17
"It Starts with Goodbye" (Carrie Underwood) then some song by Kara DioGuardi
He was nervous and barfy and sweaty and sounded like one of the Chipmunks having a seizure. No Hollywood.

X-Ray (Aundre Caraway)
He brought a guitar and never played it. Who is this guy -- Kip Winger? He sang some cactus song, and it was very noisy and jumpy. Randy loved it, because Randy is an idiot. No Hollywood.

Arianna Afsar, 16
"Put Your Records On" (Corinne Bailey Rae)
She hangs out with old people and encourages others to do the same. I thought she was sweet and cute, but nothing special. Going to Hollywood.

Elijah Scarlett, 22
"You're the First, the Last, My Everything" (Barry White)
Naturally he sang Barry White, as he has the deepest voice ever and that's all he could, theoretically, sing. Unfortunately, he couldn't even do that, and I'm a little sad we'll never get to hear him sing country. He reminded me of the "Let My People Go" guy from last season, and no, it's not because they're both black, you racists. No Hollywood.

Lea Marie Golde, 16
"Everytime We Touch" (Cascada)
This girls was wearing what looked like a pink felt cowboy hat, and she had a Trapper Keeper full of songs she'd written that she wanted to give to her favorite person in the world, Kara DioGuardi. She also couldn't sing. No Hollywood.

Stevie Wright, 16
"At Last" (Etta James)
She was low-key and a very good singer. Probably the best of the bunch. Plus, she was named after Stevie Knicks, which automatically makes her cool. Going to Hollywood.

Michael Sarver, 27
"Thank You" (Boyz II Men)
He has the 5th most dangerous job in the world, doing something on an oil rig. He was okay, nothing special, but he was hoping Idol would help him create a better life for his family. Sad story = ticket to Hollywood.

Katrina Darrell, 20
"Vision of Love" (Mariah Carey)
Ah, the bikini girl. Randy and Simon loved her. Paula and Kara hated her. She was good, in exactly the way that girls who get through to Hollywood in regular clothes are. Kara sang to prove she was much better, but she actually wasn't, and when Katrina pointed it out, Paula acted all scandalized but you could tell she was trying not to laugh, which was kind of awesome. And then she tried to make out with Seacrest and he begged her to go swimming instead. Going to Hollywood.

Eric Thomas, 17
"Ribbon in the Sky" (Stevie Wonder)
I don't remember this guy's song at all, but I do remember his "Sexual Chocolate" tattoo. And since he didn't make it through, his mom bought him a car, which seems like the wrong message, but who am I to judge someone's parenting philosophies? No Hollywood.

Brianna Quijada, 22
"Let's Hear it for the Boy" (Deniece Williams) and "Killing Me Softly" (Fugees)
She was sweet, and she was adorable, but she was a terrible singer. And for some reason, she's going to Hollywood. The hell?

Deanna Brown, 25
"Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay" (Otis Redding)
She has a good voice, and I think she'll really start to shine once she has access to the stylists, if she lasts that long. Going to Hollywood.

Cody Sheldon, 17
"Wonderful World" (James Morrison)
Not only does Cody Sheldon look just like a goth version of former contestant Danny Noriega, I think he might actually BE Danny Noriega, in disguise, giving it another go. I smell a scandal! Going to Hollywood.

Alex Wagner-Trugman, 19
"Baby Come to Me" (James Ingram)
He used to sing in the closet and got mold poisoning because of it. He's pretty good, and may just be this season's loveable dork.

Scott MacIntyre, 23
"And So It Goes" (Billy Joel)
This was the blind guy. And he was good, but not great, and I feel mean for saying it, but I really don't think he would have gotten through had he not been blind. If you were following us on Twitter, Curly had this zinger: "I kind of feel bad that the blind guy has messy hair."

All in all, it was underwhelming. Or as one contestant we never did get to see perform muttered to the camera, "What a nightmare. This show is a joke."

The Idol Premier!

Last night, at the end of the Idol Season 8 Premier, Ryan Seacrest tried to high-five a blinde dude.

That is all.

Premier Night notes after busting the Internets

I tried the whole “simultaneous live blogging” thing with the ladies in NYC, but somehow, I kept breaking the internets. So I jotted notes the whole time instead. Here’s my take on the American Idol Season 7 Premier:

8:33 – I want to hug Temptress, but I’m afraid she’ll snap me like a dry twig.

8:39 - Mark Hayes. White Christmas? Really? Somewhere, Bing Crosby just crapped his skeleton panties.

8:50 - Alexis Cohen and her Rainbow Brite mysteriously color changing lipstick. Her plan was to knock the judges “on” their feet. And that she did. Performed “Don’t you want somebody to love” and apparently patterned her performance after Jim Carey in “The Cable Guy”. Clearly, she gets her classy attitude from her mother. And Simon is a big, fat bad word.

*We’re on “Day 2” now, and apparently it’s all about being a screeching harpy.

8:17 - Milo Turk. “sex is weak”. I don’t doubt that, Milo. But I think Paula wanted to hear the 3rd verse.

9:20 - Kristy Lee Cook - All-American. America’s next Sweetheart. The girl next door. Likes horses and kicking burly men in the pills. I really want to hate her guts because she’s so damn cute and perky and talented. So, I think I will.

9:28 – Benjamin Haar – CAN’T. LOOK. AWAY. HAIRY, BIKINI-CLAD FAT GUY. MY RODS AND CONES ARE ALL WHACKED OUT. MUST GO POKE OUT MY MIND’S EYE.

9:28 - Pedro Rivera. What?

9:30 - Paul Marterano – Creepy McCreeperson with the creepy stalker song. Somebody call the police. Seriously. Randy was enjoying it too much. SECURITY!
PS – was it wrong that I derived some enjoyment from watching this guy?

9:32 - Beth Stalker – her real name, just irony that she followed an actual stalker. I gotta go with Simon on this one. Way too stylized vocally. I don’t think she’d be any good during BeeGees week.

9:39 – Benjamin Haar is back in his bikini, completely waxed. He had all of his Haar removed but – woops! He didn’t do anything about his massive crack hanging out. But of course, I didn't see it because I'd already gauged out both of my eyeballs.

9:14 – Chris Watson – Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Sounds pretty good, too. I’d buy his albums, even though auditioned with an Uncle Kracker song. As Jess & I discussed, we wouldn’t have any aversions to, say, eating fruit off of him if somebody made us do something like that. He’s got my vote for his season’s Justin Guarini, but with less clowny hair.

9:50 - Christina Tellisano – better known as Princess Leia. “Men love me.” C3PO dance moves during audition made me drool, and not in a good way. Best part of her audition: when her Princess Leia Cinnabon-hair fell off after she got the boot. Best quote from Christina Tellisano, who was dressed as Princess Leia, when talking about all of the contestants that went through to Hollywood after she was passed up: “they’re all an imitation of something else!”
Did I mention she was DRESSED AS PRINCESS LEIA?

9:53 - Brooke White – nauseating back story including nauseating video footage. Made me want to vom. Has never seen a rated “R” movie. Look at me, I’m Sandra Effing Dee. I’m nowhere near as impressed with her vocal talents as, say, Randy was. Then again, I don’t want to get in her pants like Randy does.

So far, it’s looking like a snooze fest for Season 7 of American Idol.

Tomorrow night’s audition show was filmed in my hometown of Dallas, Texas! Judging by the previews of tomorrow night’s show, this’ll be the last time I ever claim to be from Dallas in a public forum.

One final thought: did anybody besides me notice Randy's huge, right-angle mutton chop sideburns?

Premiere Night Liveblogging

7:46: Salsa and chips in bowl. Drinks poured. Mejack and Jess in attendance, waiting.

7:48: Curly buzzed in.

7:59: Pizza ordered.

8:01: Mejack: I read in the Post that it's even meaner this year. Curly: What? Meaner than making fun of retarded people?

8:02: We're in Philly!

8:05: Joey Catalano. Like Jordan Catalano. But not really. Underwhelming.

8:13: The room collectively calls bullshit on Yuka, the wannabe Borat who claims to be from Egypt.

8:20: Tour guide James Lewis. Deaf Lurch. Also, why is Paula Abdul wearing a white bra under a sheer black shirt?

8:28: Mejack on Jonathan Baines: Oh, look! It's Timothy McVeigh!

8:30: Jess: I want to see Temptress Brown tackle Ryan Seacrest. Mejack: Ryan still plays for pee-wee.

8:33: Okay, seriously? (This is Jess) Why do they give us a backstory just to have the person suck? Poor Temptress Brown. It's so mean! Meaner than Simon, even.

8:50: Curly on Udi: Oh please, don't let him be from New Jersey.

8:52: Collective laughs over the awesome blond girl screaming, "I Love Rock 'n' Roll"

9:00: Alexis Cohen. Mejack: This is making my tooth hurt. (Also, she woke up the cat.)

9:01: Randy Jackson says 'Peace, Love and Chicken Grease.' No comment necessary.

9:03: Mejack: "Wiggle Ammonia?" What does that mean? I (Jess) immediately started laughing, and then crying, and then hyperventilating. Curly: She said "legally moon you."

9:13: Mr. Mejack arrives. Eats pizza.

9:16: Curly, on Christina Tolisano, the wackjob with the Princess Leia hair: She looks like the chick from Dodgeball.



9:26: Jess: I LOVE Paula's eye makeup. Any makeup artists out there that could help me with that?

9:39: An IM conversation with Melissa regarding Paul Marturano, the stalker:

Melissa: Holy shit that guy made me shit on myself.

Jess: Which one? Oh, we're behind. We paused the DVR.

Melissa: Oh. Sorry - you'll see him. He's the dude that sings TO PAULA. Uber creepy. Creepy McCreeperson.

Jess: With the cape?

Melissa: No - shortly after him. Seriously - like somebody should have called security...

Jess: OHMYGOD

Melissa: Yeah. Him. Seriously.

Jess: Peterfalkher!

Melissa: THAT WAS THE BEST PART

9:51: Chris Watson, the hot black guy with the dreads? OMG. I want to eat fresh fruit off of his chest. Or at least, I did, until I came to the unfortunate conclusion that he's going to be this season's camera fucker. (This is Jess, BTW)

Parting thoughts:

Mejack: None

Curly: Bring back the retards.

Jess: DUH.

In hindsight, we don't love liveblogging. So we're not gonna do it anymore, or at least not until we forget how much we didn't like it in the first place.

six days left & i'm locked and loaded

With only 6 days left to go, I am READY for the Season Premier of American Idol.

And I mean READY.

I'm planning a ginormous AI Premier Watching Party Bash Extravaganza for next Tuesday here at Casa Melissa complete with canned spray cheese, (jalapeno flavored, because I'm nothing if I'm not classy, and I mean klassy.) chick'n biscuit crackers - TWO boxes, NAME BRAND pizza rolls, (I'm not dropping any names here, but it rhymes with Schmotino's) some raw brownie dough and of course, beers.

Many, many beers. I'm planning on being piss drunk by around 2 pm. WAY before Paula.

In case I didn't mention it, I'm the guest of honor at my Premier Watching Party Bash Extravaganza. And the only guest. In case I didn't mention it. Turns out my friends don't like to hang around when I'm drunk and emptying can after can of jalapeno flavored spray cheese directly into my pie hole without using the chick'n biscuits as cheese vehicles. Or when all of the beers seem to have raw brownie dough caked on them because I can't be bothered to use utensils to eat something packacked in a tube.

While Jess, Curly, Mejack et all will be watching the season premier in style from the comfort and cosmopolitan digs of the Official American Midol luxury bunker in NYC, I'll be drunk and smeared with brownie dough and cheese here in Texas.

I won't miss a thing though, because I spent all day last Monday sitting on my ample ass waiting for the cable company to come out and install my DVR. I've LEAPED into the 90's. Locked and loaded, bitches. If the live premier is just a hazy, drunken memory besmirched by preservatives, CFC's and a few hysterical crying jags, I can just hit "play" during my hangover and it'll be just like new.

Drunk or not, I'll have it all recorded.

I'm going with "drunk".