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April 15, 2008

It’s Mariah Carey Night. (Subtitle: Kill me now.)

Filed under: American Idol,Television — Tags: , , , , — denise @ 4:45 pm

I have to admit, I kind of love “MTV Cribs”.   I think we all know by now that I’m a reality show junkie.   The only two that I watch on MTV, and then only occasionally, are “MTV Cribs” and “Run’s House”.  Cribs, because I am wildly facinated by other people’s taste or lack thereof… as well as how much money truly talentless people can really make.  Run’s House, because I am inexplicably sucked into the vortex of this extremely wealthy family of really loving people, and grown children that still refer to their parents as “Mommy and Daddy” and a mom who just kind of slugs around the house while the kids start new clothing empires and Run DMC walks around being a preacher….

Here’s a common exchange in this family:

20-something daughter:  I’m going to remodel our entire apartment.  Also, today I’m going to become a famous model. 

18 year old daughter:  You better ask Daddy first.  I’m going to start my own magazine.

20-something daughter:  I think I’ll ask Mommy instead.

A child named Diggy:  I think I’ll start my own line of tennis shoes and sell all my toys to neighborhood kids.

A teenager named JoJo: As long as that doesn’t interfere with me starting my own Rap label.  Also, if I lose my cologne, I get very angry. I take my fragrences very seriously.

A child named Russy:  Why do we all have strange names?  I like to hide things.

Rev Run:  The Lord likes it that way.  Go ask Mommy.

Wife, Justine:  (slurrily)  I’m tired.  And hungry.  And tired.  I wish I had a burrito.  I need a massage. I’m going to bed.  Go ask Daddy.

You probably think I’m kidding BUT THAT IS THE AMAZING PART!!!

I’m totally not.

The bizarreness of it is absolutely rivoting to me… which brings me to MTV Cribs and why this has anything to do with American Idol and Mariah Carey…

So, Mariah was on Cribs one time and it was just… ok…. she has this closet that is so big, my entire house could fit in it. In this closet lives, I don’t know, maybe 10,000 pairs of shoes – of which about 9,999 of them are the most hooker/stripper/6-inch heel things you have ever seen. I think she had one pair of flip-flops for church or something.

Ok- so we get the tour and of course everything is pink and fluffy and looks like a 12 year old girl designed it and there are tiny, mean-looking dogs everywhere… and large black men with sunglasses and what appear to be holstered guns… and random less-good-looking “friends” draped about the place… you know, her posse.  And she talks and points at stuff (mostly her bath tub) but it’s such useless drivel that I don’t remember any of it except that she goes into that closet and puts on a pair of enormous heels and then GETS ON HER STAIRMASTER.  And then does a whole segment of the program about her shoes and her closet and stupid, nasty dogs WHILE BOUNCING UP AND DOWN ON THE STAIRMASTER IN THESE SHOES:

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She doesn’t break a sweat. She doesn’t even get breathy.

Doesn’t this blow your mind?  If this doesn’t blow your mind, then why don’t you try riding a unicycle while making an omelet over open flame and reciting the alphabet backward while you pluck your own eyebrows, because I tell you this:  It’s the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen her do.

It’s been reported by many, many sources that Carly Smithson will be singing…

 *** spoiler alert – don’t read if you don’t want to know***

“Without You”

“Without You” was originally recorded by Badfinger and went on to be covered by many, many people including Donny Osmond, Clay Aiken, Heart, Air Supply, and Kelly Clarkson.  Evidently, American Idol loves this song.  I would expect Carly to do a Heart version as opposed to a Donny Osmond version, but a girl can hope, no?   I expect a fully extended forehead vein, tonight.  [of course]

But this is going to be a tough night for the boys, I think… Archie can do “I’ll Be There” which was originally done by his future self  Michael Jackson.  I told my friend Jules that he originally did “Without You”, which was totally wrong and I’m pretty sure she knew that because she just nodded sort of uncertainly and went “Oh. Hum. Really. Huh. I don’t remember him doing that song for some reason. Hum.” … which is about as mean as Julie is capable of.  So, in the hope of convincing her, I started singing it in what I hoped was a Michael Jackson-ish way… waving my arms about…  “Doesn’t it sound like the 50’s?”, I said – WHICH DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE – but somehow I needed to convince her and in the end she just went, “Oh, ok!”  and then we talked about her new bra… so, you know, a typical conversation for us…

I’d like to see David Cook to do “Hero”….  word is, his older brother, who is losing a horrible battle to brain cancer, will be at the show tonight.  He and his wife were denied traveling commercially and a local group donated the cost of a private plane and medical assitance to travel with him – to the tune of about $80,000….  he is quite ill and tonight will certainly prove to be a tear-jerker in that regard, I suspect.  I would think that David will dedicate his song tonight to his brother… and this song would bring down the house.

For Jason, “The Beautiful Ones” — which was written by Prince.   Oh my god… if he could just, you know, stop smirking… and just ooooooooooze this out with a glint in his eye and a snarl on his lips and a little swagger… well, I would just flip out.   And throw my bra.  [of course]

Syesha… “With You I’m Born Again” would suit her so well…. she could kill with this.

Kristi Lee… “Through The Rain”…    I don’t know the song, but it sounds like an appropriate title…

and finally Brooke,  “I Still Believe”… because I do… and she should… and it’s a good song and maybe, just maybe she won’t make THE FACE.

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Wouldn’t it be awesome if Mariah was totally high tonight?  Oh! And if Paula was, too… like, if they had a big Pretty-colored Pills Potluck before the show and washed it all down with some Dom and they both stumbled around and then tried to sing each other’s songs -Mariah will do “Straight Up” and Paula will do “Butterfly” and then they will fall into a giant pile of fake hair and bad make up and the crazy will spill all over the stage and infect Ryan … who will attempt to give everyone icecream pops and then claim his earpiece was broken???  Like that.

*rubs hands together*

This is either going to be great, or I’m going to throw myself off the roof – tonight, there is nothing in between, kids.   We are going for broke.

April 2, 2008

American Idol Top 9 (Subtitle: WHAT? A blog BEFORE the vote?!)

Filed under: American Idol,Television — Tags: , , — denise @ 4:27 pm

Each one that falls makes it a little easier for me to put the blog out faster.  Less performances to think about.  Less ideas to come up with.  Fewer clothes and strands of hair to dissect and criticize… less pictures to steal from other people’s blogs and save onto photobucket for my own personal use….

Last night was Dolly night.  Oh, Dolly…. 

Dolly-A-Long-Time-Ago (and I’m talking when she used to guest star on the Muppet Show and earlier) when she was plump, bodacious, fresh Dolly was soooo pretty.

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And New-But-Actually-Old-Dolly looks kind of like…. Skinny-Dolly-That-Has-Been-Run-Over-By-A-Steamroller.

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Ok, that last pic might be a tranny.  But my point is, Dolly has had too much work done. Her face is pulled so tight and her lips are now so large that they almost stretch from ear to ear.  Granted, the woman turned 62 a few months ago, but there is only so much human skin can do and I’m worried if she has another procedure her face will just finally fold in on itself like a girdle pulled too tight. 

Like a few other “mentors” before her, Dolly was maybe a little too nice.  She had only good things to say about everyone and while the girls “made it their own”, only the boys got the little clappy hops from Dolly… who doesn’t seem to mind a little male attention *wink, wink* *nudge, nudge*.

The judges were pretty subdued… Randy was much nicer. Paula was Paula. Simon clearly didn’t like anything Dolly recorded… and Ryan is still trying to sport that extremely last year faux-hawk. Honestly. Tsk.  The show was a little underwheming, generally.  I mean, you have to like Dolly. You have to have grown up with Dolly to really appreciate her collection of songs.

For example, when I was 9 my best friend was Jeannie Campbell.  I used to play at Jeannie’s house all the time and when her dad bought a jukebox, one of our favorite things to do was to pick a song on the jukebox and then play it 47 million times in a row and act the song out with props and then perform it for her family, including her two brothers – one of which I had an awful crush on (Billy).   I’m going to go ahead and admit, here and now, that this favorite game of ours wasn’t 100% Jeannie’s favorite thing to do.  We were an odd couple. She:  shy, naive, religous, under-weight to the point that she had to drink “special milk” that had like 4 times the calories of normal milk. Me: dramatic, loud, bossy, out-going, always in trouble, forced to eat carrot sticks with my sandwich at lunch instead of Pringles like everyone else because I was pudgy….   ANYWAY….

After we exausted “You have to believe we are magic” (Xanadu) and “Summer Lovin” (Grease) and her parents forced us to stop practicing “Coward of the County” due to it’s graphic nature  [ok, I just have to say that we had NO idea what “they took turns with Becky” meant and were just winging it…] we moved on to “Me and Little Andy” by Miss Dolly Parton.  I can tell you, now, you never saw a more moving performance in your entire life.  We smeared mud on our faces and carried little stuffed dogs around and wore torn blankets over our clothes.  We cried and pretended to die over and over and over again.  That was Dolly.  That’s what she sang – and WE LOVED IT.  You can see and hear that song here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRriGGC68A8

Brooke White  – “Jolene”

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I was so sad when she picked this song because I so wanted one of the boys to do it…. and even sadder yet when she performed it.   It was a…a… a damn hoe-down!  I didn’t mind the group of musicians around her center stage (although I did cringe a bit when I saw those guys with the boxes between their legs that they beat on because I instantly flashed back to McFeever singing that obnoxious “Black Horse and a Cherry Tree” song SO MANY TIMES that I now can’t stand the song)… but as Simon said, there was no feeling at all to her singing and thing is – this song really means something.  It’s about a woman who is desperately in love with her man and the most beautiful woman decides to just come along and snap him up. Even though she could have any man she wanted.  Even though she doesn’t really care about him.  It’s about this woman BEGGING Jolene to please, please, not take her man.  The second verse (that Brooke didn’t sing) starts, “He talks about you in his sleep, it’s all that I can do to keep… from crying when he calls your name, Jolene…”  It’s sad and desperate.  It’s not tiptoe through the damn tulips. 

David Cook – “Little Sparrow”

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David was a little off tonight – not quite his usual mind-blowing self.  We found out today that was taken to the hospital after the show last night.  He’s ok and out of the hospital, but it lends to his less than sparkly performance.  

I’m really just so pleased that the EMO HAIR is finally gone.  And if we can now more prominently see your 5-finger forehead, that’s ok.  We already knew about your Mars Attacks Head from last week.

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Ramiele Malubay – “Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?”

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From the song:

Do you ever wake up lonely in the middle of the night  Sometimes I take a Rolaids.
Because you miss me, do you darlin’ No. I have grown weary of your boring performances.
Oh, and do your mem’ries ever take you back into another place in time  Auditions?
And do you ever miss the feelings and the love we shared With the Phillipines & Danny…
When you were with me, do you darlin’ Zzzzzzz.  Already bored. Zzzzz.
I just wonder do I cross your mind? Ppfttt!

Jason Castro – “Travelin’ Thru”

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When I listened back to this performance, I realized it was actually quite good.

A few observations:

1.  He actually sounded the most like Dolly of everyone.  He has a nice little vibrato in his voice, much like Ms. Parton.

2. He forgot some words.  I didn’t notice until I just listened to it and then there are part where he’s like, “I’m just a pilgrim and myshonga biffa nerwah TRAVELIN’ TRAVELIN’ TRAVELIN’ TRAVELIN’ THRU!”

3.  Incited bad “dread” joke from Dolly.

Carly Smithson – “Here You Come Again”

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This is actually one of my favorite Dolly songs and I really was hoping for the best.  Carly didn’t disappoint with the vocals, but again with the INTENSE CONSTIPATED VEIN-POPPING face?  Really necessary?   The song is just a ditty, really.   A ditty about a woman who just knows she is helpless when it comes to a certain man that makes her forget why she was ever angry with him over and over again.  It’s not, like, about a heroin addict who has to be talked down from the roof and dragged out of the gutter every day. It’s lighter than that.  

Please.  Just, please, sing a song without appearing to the world that you need a nice big bran muffin.   Simon bagged on your outfit and honestly, I didn’t care one way or the other about it.  It wasn’t even noticable.  You looked more like the old you and that made me have a happy, regular moment with you.

David Archuleta “Smokey Mountain Memories”

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Geez. I don’t know.  It was…. *waves hand around*…. fine.  Okay.  Sure, Dolly loved him and practically smushed him up and wove him into her wig so she could keep him and wuv him forever.  And, of course, the judges loved him. Again.

I have to believe that I am just not capable of being impartial with this kid… because this is what I hear when he sings, “Harng. Harng….haaaaaaaaarng.. Jesus… Harrng. Enggg. Frangggg.. Harng…..Jesus… Mountains… HARNG…. *lip licking*… HAAAAAAAARRRRNG! … country family…. harng…eng…”

And then, BIG SMILE. Kick back and wait for everyone to grovel at his feet about how amazing he is and how because he is singing that exact song at that exact moment, probably world peace has now become inevitable and somewhere a small yellow butterfly landed on a flower that moved ever so gently to one side because it was caught up in the rapture of hearing David sing through an open window of a family’s living room and that caused cancer to be cured.  Approximately.

Kristi Lee Cook – “Coat of Many Colors”

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I really don’t care what other people say, I kind of liked this performance.  It was sweet and straight-forward.  I’m not sure I understand why the moo-moos keep popping up on people this season, but I liked the hair and the make up and the bare feet was very Dolly.  This song was VERY DOLLY because she likes to talk about how she grew up dirt poor on a dirt floor of a dirt house in a tiny town called Dirty Turtle Tracks Hollow in the backwoods of Kentucky where they ate pinecones and drank moonshine and bred ‘possums.  That’s Dolly, baby.  Yeah.

Syesha Mercado -“I Will Always Love You”

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How….. predictable.

How….. nauseatingly, frustratingly, irritatingly GODDAMNED PREDICTABLE!

Also, that’s a nice weird hair pancake you have flopped across your head, there, Syesha.  Really, it’s lovely.  Did I mention predictable?

Michael Johns – “It’s All Wrong, But It’s All Right”

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Performance:  A+ !

Great song, great voice, great energy!  Bras were flying all over the house, I’m tellin you.  It was Elvis and Dolly and you all rolling up into one tasty treat.  Hey! You got your Elvis in my Dolly!  Well, you got your Dolly in me!  (That sounded far less pornographic in my head.)

Outfit:  D-

What the hell was that cravat?   That weird old Thurston Howell III neck hanky?  YUCK! GROSS!  STOP IT!

Going home tonight……………   Ramiele.

Though it wouldn’t totally shock me if it was either Syesha or Kristi.  I think the boys are all safe….

March 29, 2006

Things the Idols need to hear. NOW.

Things the Idols need to hear. NOW.

First of all — you ALL sucked last night. Taylor sucked the least. Lisa, the most. But all of you… all of you… disappointed.

This happens every year at some point in the season – usually very near the Top 10 – there is one strange show where everyone sucks wind.  I believe this to be a combination of middle fatigue and the fact that you’ve been told over and over again how WONDERFUL and TALENTED and GORGEOUS you are and you now believe your own hype. Your song choices were self-indulgent, as Simon stated.

Let me tell you something, kids : we aren’t all Paula Abdul hopped up on Vicodin and Mimosas.  You aren’t always wonderful- or even in key,as displayed last night.

I have some words of advice for you – take em or leave them, but know that unlike Paula or Simon – I really am your biggest fan and your biggest critic. I’m also slightly cranky.

Lisa – Listen, honey- you are young and thin.  Let’s leave it at that. You were awful and completely out of key last night. I’m not sure WHAT you thinking doing a Kelly Clarkson song, but hello?  You are cute, but I have to be honest that I can’t decide if I hate your hair more when it’s straight or when it’s curly.  I’m sure you will KILL when your highschool does “Grease” next year.  If I could call a number to vote you off this week, I would.

Ace – ((sigh))  You are KILLING ME, MAN! You have to stop with the arched brows and the meaningful looks.  I about hurled myself off the couch to slap the TV screen last night when you pulled your shirt over to reveal the scar on your chest during your “Train” song. *hurling* Dude. Just stop. Please.  Then, to reveal that it was a scar from falling on the T-bar during a basketball game? COME ON!  The major difference between you and Constantine was that Constantine actually believed his swagger. He really thought he was the shit and irresistible to all women — you… you just look uncomfortable up there…. like you know you aren’t cool.  I am also completely over your hair, your nasal tone and your endless sappy ballads. And I NEVER thought your falsetto was cool. EVER.

Kelly – If I said that I hate you with the fire of a thousand suns, I still wouldn’t be able to express my true feelings about you.  You are insipid and ridiculous and an affront to all womankind.  I understand that you grew up in the Ozarks and that your daddy is in jail and your momma left you — but damn girl, read a book.  Watch the news.  Take in a movie.  I’ll give her a break on the “minx” thing – (“I’m a mink!”) because that is a fairly British and completely SMARMY reference.  But, honestly, SAL-mon? It’s only the most popular fish on the plant next to tuna.  “What’s a ballsy?”  Either this is the best act on the planet or this girl truly is a walking, talking box of rocks.  She. Must. Go.

Chris –  Why Creed? WHY Creed? WHY CREED, man?! Listen, if you want to have any kind of credibility you must never say the words “Rock out” and “Creed” in the same sentence. Ever.  Usually, I really dig you. I like the bald head. I, of course, completely dig the whole married a single mom and I love her kids- bit.  You are a good performer and you are generally always in key. Here’s the thing – you sound… exactly the same…. every time you perform. Like… exactly.  You could have a great career as the lead singer of almost any rock band, RIGHT NOW.  But, Idol? Mmmm… you are going to have to branch out a bit. Also, you looked like a shmoe when you passed off that version of “Walk the Line” as your own until you were called on the carpet by “Live” fans.  So, now you are a shmoe who sang CREED. Dude, how the mighty have fallen….

Mandisa – We all love your pipes, hon.  We LOVE your gorgeous smile and your infectious personality… but we didn’t get that song.  Maybe it’s that most of us don’t have a trained ear for gospel – but it sounded up upsy and downsy and well… like you shouted for 2 minutes.  I love seeing you up there, but I have to *gulp* agree with Paula that we need to see that you don’t have to belt every song. Also, I love that you let Ryan take your shoes off because I would have FREAKED OUT if someone I didn’t know tried to take my shoe off before I walked on stage.  Props to you.  Pick songs that mass markets will “get” and show us a softer side.

Taylor – Babe, you know I love ya.  I do!  I just have that nervous oh-god-I-hope-he-does-well-this-week feeling every. single. week.  I worry… oh, I worry… that eventually your Taylor Thing will cease to be interesting and refreshing and just become annoying. First of all, I need you to stop talking about your “legions of fans in Las Vegas” – because what that translates to is “I don’t need your votes because I’m already famous in Vegas and  I have a girlfriend in the Niagara Falls area”.  Don’t give people a reason to think you don’t need a vote.  Secondly, I need to hear a ballad. I just do.  Make it happen.  Finally, we know they are slowly darkening your hair. It’s significantly darker now than it was at the beginning. Quit saying things like “don’t let them dye your hair” because it makes you sound fake.

Katharine – I freely admit that I have a girl crush on you.  You are beautiful and uber-talented and charming. You have perfect teeth, which I am extremely jealous of…. I love your voice and usually your song choices… but thumbs down on last night’s performance.  I mean…. really. What WAS that?  I’m not an Xtina fan, anyway… but.. geez.  You are going to have to step it up if you are going to win…. I think you can, but you are going to have to want it more than you do now.

I think you think you’ve already won it. The same way that jock in highschool who knew he was hot became less attractive the more conceited he got…. your stock is dropping.

Bucky – ohhhhh Bucky.  Ok, I’m going to pull a Paula and tell you what I like about you first.  I really like your throaty voice.  There.  That’s it.   Your hair is terrible and your teeth are like 20 people all trying to walk in different directions (though, not as bad as Elliot’s).  You seem kind, but mostly that’s because you have virtually no personality whatsoever.  None.

Also, your twin is creepy.

Paris – I know you are only 17.  I know you are from Minnesota. I know your grandmother is famous and you’ve been touted as a “shoe-in” from the beginning. (hey, Pickler – a “shoe-in” is someone that is expected to win, not one of the steps from the hokey-pokey)

Frankly, Paris, your voice works my last nerve. I wish I could explain it… I think you are really cute and I LOVE when you do that 70’s Diane Warwick flippy-bob thing with your hair…but I just don’t feel you.   The whole Beyonce thing last night was astonishingly bad — I actually had my hands over my eyes, I was so embarrassed for you.  Do NOT do that booty-shake thing again.. please…  ugh.  Also, I would like you to please say, “Thank You” with some dignity and grace.  The current “THINK-Ya” that you do in that super high pip-squeek voice actually makes me want to claw my own skin off.   Otherwise, I like you just fine.  Yeah.

Elliot – Here’s the thing :  You forgot your words, man. Just not acceptable. You were also sharp – like stick your finger in your ear and wince, sharp. You have a phenomenal voice, for sure – but here’s the thing — you sort of look like Cletus from the Simpsons.

Your VOICE. Being on PITCH. REMEMBERING THE WORDS are VITAL for you!!!!!!!

Geez, man.  Step it up.

 Elliott  

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