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American Idol: The ATL and Storms

Last night’s “American Idol” was the Super Tuesday edition, meaning we were probably going to be interrupted by election poll results throughout the show. But not in Tennessee. We were interrupted more by tornado warnings that were very real and very destructive. The reason I’m telling you this is that it cut into “American Idol” a couple of times. I’m pretty sure that I only missed one result, but I could be wrong and may need you, dear readers, to help fill in the blanks.

The auditions were held in Atlanta, hometown of host Ryan Seacrest…and we got to meet Ryan’s parents for the first time….whatever.

On to the freaks…

The first contestant of the night was Josh Jones, a 26-year-old who sang Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” and freaked the judges out by bugging his own eyes out with every note he hit. It was so bad that they made Josh turn around. The thing is, he had a great voice, but then the tornado warning came and I couldn’t tell if he got through. I want to say no, but if anyone knows for sure, please comment below.

JP, who auditioned in Season 4 and said he was two people behind Carrie Underwood in line, really thought he was great. Unfortunately, no one else did. JP sang Rascal Flatts and it was nasally and horrible.

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American Idol: Latin Load of Blah

If you’re like me, you are getting weary of the initial round of “American Idol” auditions, and ready to kick this thing into Hollywood gear. After a while, it’s really just the same thing over and over again.
You can sing, or you’re a freak. Last night, they took us to Miami, where the producers predictably shoved Gloria Estefan references down our collective throat. And the auditions, pretty much, were not that good. Let’s start with the freaks…

Shannon McGough was one of the oddest contestants ever…she was an 18-year-old girl with an Irish last name and fair skin, but with what looked like Latino parents. And those parents owned a meat shop that Shannon also worked in. What’s more, she was adept at belching. Yes, belching. It was pretty funny, really. Shannon tried to sing Janis Joplin, and as Simon eloquently put it, it sounded like “Hungarian Janis.” I can’t put it any other way…it was just weird.

Some dude sang Elton John’s “Crocodile Rock” but inserted Paula Abdul’s name into it instead of “Rock.” Next.

Simon told this dude named Grant that he should come back in a dress, and it would make his audition better. Then this kid named Richard sang a Rascal Flatts song completely through his nose. The best part was when Randy Jackson attempted to imitate poor Richard.

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American Idol: All I See is Corn

Last night’s “American Idol” auditions were held in Omaha, Nebraska for the first time ever, and it seemed like every other contestant was from some farm in Iowa with a town of 200 people…seriously. Anyway, Paula Abdul’s plane was delayed, so they started with just Randy and Simon judging. And just like last week, Fox gave me an hour of my life back, for which I genuinely thank them.

With that, here were the freaks from last night….

An effeminate dude named Chris started things off, and he carried a photo album with pics of himself and Kelly Clarkson. He also said he was a huge fan of Paula, who, lucky for Paula, wasn’t there yet. Anyway, Chris sang Kelly’s “Since You’ve Been Gone, ” and it was predictably horrible. He then asked if he could audition for the “Red Carpet” for the finale, and Simon took the liberty of giving Chris the gig, saying he just needed to contact his local Fox affiliate and tell them he approved. Hilarious.

Hard to believe, but aside from a medley of freaks singing Steeler’s Wheel’s “Stuck In The Middle With You,” they only showed one other dud last night. (Well, I think they did…our power went out for five minutes). That dud was Johnny, who was dressed in a gold jacket and said he was inspired by the great James Brown. Simon said he hated everything about it, and so did I. Paula, meanwhile, is drunk again! She even hiccupped during Johnny’s audition. Classic.

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Maybe my standards are slipping because of the writer’s strike…

…but I watched the premiere episode of “Gone Country” and got pulled in. And we’re talking the “hook, line, and sinker” kind of “pulled in,” the kind that has you popped into the control panel on your TiVo to set up a season pass.

Actually, I guess it’s not that surprising. When it comes right down to it, I tend to be a sucker for any show which features celebrities in a significant capacity, as long as it meets three caveats:

1. The premise has to be an interesting one.
2. The execution of the premise has to be done with a certain amount of humor.
3. I have to actually give a flying flip about the show’s celebrities.

“Gone Country ” meets all three criteria handily. The show takes six disparate musical artists, sticks them in a house together, and has them all go through a rigorous reinvention into the country lifestyle, culminating with one of them getting to release a country single produced by host John Rich (of Big & Rich fame). It’s an idea which – based on the first episode, at least – seems set to pay off far more handsomely than, say, MTV’s craptastic “Celebrity Rap Superstars.” But, then, this series comes from the same people who brought you “The Surreal Life” (like you didn’t already notice some similarities between that show and this one), so it’s already got a considerable leg up.

The artists who’ve signed up for this endeavor are Julio Iglesias, Jr., Carnie Wilson (of Wilson Phillips fame), Diana DeGarmo (“American Idol”), Maureen McCormick (known predominantly for playing Marcia on “The Brady Bunch”), Sis’Qo (who isn’t just about “The Thong Song,” goddammit), Dee Snider (of Twisted Sister), and…wait for it…Bobby Brown. And believe me, the rest of the cast is just as shocked to see Bobby arrive as you were to read his name, but mark my words: no matter how he places in the competition, he’ll come out of this show smelling a damned sight sweeter than Whitney Houston. Savvy move, sir. Very savvy, indeed.

I really don’t know anything about John Rich, but when I saw him arrive at his home – known as the Plowboy Mansion – by helicopter, then to see him disembark from the vehicle whilst wearing a pimp-daddy fur coat, I thought, “Jesus H. Christmas, this guy has got to be a complete asshole.” But, no, he turned out to be a downright sweet guy, talking up the contestants, making them feel comfortable about being in the competition and cheering them on…even despite Dee Snider saying outright that he hates country music. (Rich’s after-the-fact reaction: “I thought, ‘Are you an idiot?'”)

On first assessment, I’m leaning toward thinking that Dee could take this competition, if only because he could be spotting strolling around the place, strumming his guitar and singing country-inspired songs about mundane things like finding the coffee. (The man’s a hardcore caffeine addict, by the way.) I know, it seems like Diana would be a lock, since she’s already proven on “AI” that she can bounce from genre to genre when the need arises, but, still, she’s right up with Maureen for having the least experience as a professional singer. Speaking of Maureen, Dee suggests at one point that she might need to be medicated, and you can see why; she’s enthusiastic to a fault, raving about everything from the snacks to the bedsheets, and bursts into tears from sheer happiness at one point. But she quickly forms a nicotine-related bond with Bobby, resulting in a surprising friendship from the word “go.” Julio doesn’t make much of an impression, so quiet is he, which makes Carnie his polar opposite, as it often feels as though she’s uncomfortable with the concept of silence. And Sis’Qo…? Well, he’s personable enough, but he’s got a hard road ahead of him to not be “the ‘Thong Song’ dude.”

“Gone Country” is silly fun, but there’s one point toward the end where you can actually kind of empathize with the contestants. The producers have gone through and asked people on the street in Nashville their thoughts about the possibility of these various artists trying their hand at country…and they’re fucking brutal. Some of the cast try to laugh off the comments, but it’s still gotta hurt to hear someone say, “Oh, no, they’re going to be AWFUL!”

Car wreck TV? No, it’s a level above that. If you’re a music fan, there’s something interesting about the idea of watching people test their abilities, find their strengths and weaknesses, and see what they can come up with. I ain’t saying I’m gonna buy the single from whoever wins this thing, but I’ll be there to find out who takes home the glory.

American Idol: Southern Hospitality?

Last night, “American Idol” took their audition round for Season 7 to Charleston, South Carolina. It was humorous and disturbing at the same time to hear Simon Cowell ask Randy Jackson if they were on the “west coast.” And it was a pretty weak batch of auditions in all, with only 23 contestants earning golden tickets to Hollywood. For those of you doing the math, that’s 23 out of 10,000, or 0.23 %. Well, no one said it was easy to become the next American Idol.

With that, on to the freaks…..

Raysharde was the first audition, and with an afro that would make Tito Jackson jealous and a voice that he compared to Clay Aiken, you had the makings of a freak show. But then, dude wasn’t horrible, it’s just that he was TRYING too hard to be Clay Aiken. Think about that for a minute. Are you as frightned as I am? The judges were, too.

DeANNA, who corrected Simon more than once about how her name was pronounced, was a 27 year old waitress from the same small town in North Carolina as Kellie Pickler. But while Kellie was a charming, naive, country girl; DeANNA was a bitter, shouting lunatic. The best part was her talking about how her customers drove her crazy on Sundays for “all you can eat day.”

Crystal and Randy met online at the “American Idol” message boards Continue reading »

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