Welcome to Kansas City which is in Missouri, not Kansas. Yah, that makes sense. Kinda like I live in Iowa City, Minnesota. In any event, Missouri is where we are, and is also the state of last season’s winner David Cook. It seems that the Midwest has a higher degree of normalcy than the kooks from the koasts.
Today is no exception. The show started off so bland and normal, that I can’t even remember any of it. There were two notable moments of Idol ridiculousness that I can recall; 1. The girl who sung Without You—I thought it would be good, but it was horrifying. The part I remember most though was when Simon Scowl said it sounds like a cat jumping off the Empire State Building, and that sound is what it would make right before it hits. I about p*ssed myself. 2. The classically trained opera singer. What the hell was that he was wearing—a stretched out underwear shirt under a black dinner jacket. I bet he had Dollar Menu cheeseburgers in each pocket. In any event, he sucked.
Again, my memory fails me—who can I rip on? Most of the second half of the show were by pretty good singers or just marginally bad. Nothing horrendous, although there was that guy with the banana—What the hell is that about? And he had bright orange slacks—what an assclown.
Some other good ones were the big burly bald guy and the girl who lives with her 93 yr old grandma. I think it would be cool if Grams could go to Hollywood with her. And the other very memorable “good“ performance came from Danny Gokey. His wife died just a few months before the auditions, so how can you not root for this guy, you heartless animals? He knocked his song out of the ballpark, which was “Heard it through the Grapevine”. He will go far I think.
One of the more surprising entries was Kumar from “Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.” Spittin’ image of Kal Penn, but dressed like a dork. He was actually pretty good, much better than that doof with the cheerleader entourage. Are you kiddin me? If he would have left those 2 tweedledums behind, he may have gotten through. The other weird audition I recall is only because she kept falling asleep in her chair. Too bad her performance made me want to put her to sleep permanently---good gawd that was farking nasty. Go back to nap time, nancy!
And finally, we again end on a positive note as Lil Rounds (nice name) comes on—we know it will be special because they spend about 15 minutes on her and her kids and her story and her house and her husband (who looks like he just turned 18). However, she is pretty personable and you kind of want her to do well. And do well she does.
In sum, they showed less freakshows in KC than in Phoenix, but judging by previews, we may see some kooky hijinks in next week’s shows. We can only hope so, so I can have more to write about.
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Today is no exception. The show started off so bland and normal, that I can’t even remember any of it. There were two notable moments of Idol ridiculousness that I can recall; 1. The girl who sung Without You—I thought it would be good, but it was horrifying. The part I remember most though was when Simon Scowl said it sounds like a cat jumping off the Empire State Building, and that sound is what it would make right before it hits. I about p*ssed myself. 2. The classically trained opera singer. What the hell was that he was wearing—a stretched out underwear shirt under a black dinner jacket. I bet he had Dollar Menu cheeseburgers in each pocket. In any event, he sucked.
Again, my memory fails me—who can I rip on? Most of the second half of the show were by pretty good singers or just marginally bad. Nothing horrendous, although there was that guy with the banana—What the hell is that about? And he had bright orange slacks—what an assclown.
Some other good ones were the big burly bald guy and the girl who lives with her 93 yr old grandma. I think it would be cool if Grams could go to Hollywood with her. And the other very memorable “good“ performance came from Danny Gokey. His wife died just a few months before the auditions, so how can you not root for this guy, you heartless animals? He knocked his song out of the ballpark, which was “Heard it through the Grapevine”. He will go far I think.
One of the more surprising entries was Kumar from “Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.” Spittin’ image of Kal Penn, but dressed like a dork. He was actually pretty good, much better than that doof with the cheerleader entourage. Are you kiddin me? If he would have left those 2 tweedledums behind, he may have gotten through. The other weird audition I recall is only because she kept falling asleep in her chair. Too bad her performance made me want to put her to sleep permanently---good gawd that was farking nasty. Go back to nap time, nancy!
And finally, we again end on a positive note as Lil Rounds (nice name) comes on—we know it will be special because they spend about 15 minutes on her and her kids and her story and her house and her husband (who looks like he just turned 18). However, she is pretty personable and you kind of want her to do well. And do well she does.
In sum, they showed less freakshows in KC than in Phoenix, but judging by previews, we may see some kooky hijinks in next week’s shows. We can only hope so, so I can have more to write about.
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