Come on, David Cook. You did good last week with “Eleanor Rigby” - you can do it again. And maybe this will FINALLY be the last week of Beatles! I understand they brought around the American revolution of pop/rock, and without them we wouldn’t have our modern-day rock bands and so on and so forth…but there’s really only so much anyone can sing Beatles before they start sounding pretty bad. And before the audience will be driven nuts.
Yes, I’m trying this blog thing again. Last attempts to resurrect my interest in blogging have failed, mainly because of my restricting blog concepts. Now, I’m just going to wing it. No topics, just random crap.
Oh, Brooke, not a good night. I dislike “Here Comes the Sun” anyway. But what exactly is a “wet” performance, Simon?
As you can see, I’m watching American Idol right now. It’s so addictive. I’ve watched it since season one, and have voted in most of them. Haven’t voted this season, though, even though I’m head-over-heels for David Cook. I’ll just let things play out. My exempted presence from the voting may come in David’s favor. Seeing as I seemed to be the jinx on Ace Young in season five (damn 1,500 votes for seventh place) and costed Daughtry his should’ve-been number one spot, I figure I’ll let this one go. Oh, wait…David’s on.
Two minutes later…
YES!! Holy crap, that was a hot performance. I was so scared he’d finally slip with the Beatles, but damn if I was wrong. And Simon can bite me on this one - David rocked, period. That was is going on my MP3 player. …okay, that’s it. I’m voting. Got to wait an hour, but I’m voting. I am a little afraid he’ll be in the bottom three, but…that was the best performance thus far. Someone will have some of their ass chewed if he does end up there tomorrow, I can tell you that.
Anyway, another topic while I wait for Carly Smithson’s performance. I am currently reading Duma Key by Stephen King, and so far, it’s a pretty good book. Very different and somewhat odd, but in a very interesting and cryptic way. Mind you, I’m only around fifty pages into it, but still.
Carly’s got a good voice, but an ugly shirt. It looks so out of place with her tattoos. I don’t think the song is right for her, though. Not after her Heart renditions. And holy crap, her husband has a lot of tattoos.
Anyway, I am to register at my new college either tomorrow or sometime next week. Whenever my previous college transcripts come in. I didn’t declare at my last college, but I’m thinking Computer Science at this college. Closest thing that could be effective in a career in music production, I figure.
Oh, Jason, not a good one…not crazy about “Mee-chelle”. He just doesn’t seem enthusiastic or happy about any of it. Like Randy said, he didn’t seem “connected with it”. But do you blame him? What can you really do with two weeks of Beatles? I don’t blame him for this one. A second week of this is ridiculous…just like Simon said.
I’m starting to like this blog-by-the-minute sort of routine. It makes it fun and random. But with commercials on, I have not much to say. Oh, never mind. Commercial over.
Not a bad one, Syesha. I’m not a huge fan of hers, but that’s a good one. And what did Jacuzzi do? That was…odd. Interesting, and memorable (a key element needed in this competition), but odd. Oh, Ramiele, not a good one, not at all. She drove my Dad from the room, and it’s hard to do that with that comfy recliner. Yikes.
I don’t really know what to expect from tomorrow night’s results. I’m thinking either Kristy or Jason might get the boot. And I like Jason, I really do…but not a good one tonight. A toss-up.
And I voted. Only three times. Don’t want to jinx it. I like David a lot. He’s my wallpaper and everything - I don’t want my votes to be bad juju or anything.