Wednesday, January 14, 2009

It's back!!! Season 8

Yay! It’s American Idol time again. I like the auditions and I like the process getting these kids onto the stage where the hockey moms and little girls/boys vote for them. That’s when my interest peters off and I fast forward through the songs just to hear what Paula is going to say. I want to start a drinking game. Every time anyone says anything that is more than 100%, you drink. (Drink 1 million %! 100 thousand million percent!). Anytime Paula seriously slurs, you drink. OR you can play the drinking game with 3 others and pick a favorite judge. Then if you picked Randy, you can point to someone to drink when he says “dawg”. Or if you picked Simon, you can make someone drink when he says “I’m not being mean”. You get the gist. Make up your own rules. Sheesh. Do I have to do everything here!?!?

Oh, the show is starting. I liked their opening sequence that reminds us of why we watch this show. Weirdos, genuinely talented people, Paula and Simon, oh and weirdos. I mean seriously. That is why we watch the auditions, right? Now we have a new judge. I wonder how the two girls will get along?

I wonder how long before my love for Simon is reignited.

First up is an asian-fro. I am very glad to see the fro making a new appearance. I want to touch his hair. Well, not really. It looks square. I bet Simon’s hair would look like that if he grew it out. Paula looks like she stepped out of a Flintstone’s cartoon with all her big rock like purple plastic jewelry. That guy inspired me to want to wear tap shoes out. You know, to shop or go to the movies.

I hate facial piercings. They make me nervous. The girl who has is sooo cute. But I hate her piercings. I have a good feeling about her though. (Oh, and there it is. 19 minutes in and Simon had the grin and I am right back in love with him. It is out of control.)

Oh wow, the next guy considers himself a rocker? He looks like a nerd who dressed up in the manner he believes rockers dress. What is hanging out of his pocket? Cry baby. He believes this is going to change his life “tremensly”. Yes, that’s what he said. He has tattoos. He must have wept while getting those. I bet they hurt tremensly. Oh else they were applied with Sharpie. And Simon called him a dramar queen. (I love the British accent). Oh, and later in the program they show him using the thing dangling from his pocket as a prop for his air guitar.

The guy who almost passed out could play the brother of Gollum from “Lord of the Rings”. My precious.

I don’t get people who go and wait for days to just go in front of the judges and look mentally unstable.

Stevie Wright is cute, too. I bet she makes it through to the top 12 or whatever the final group is.
Bikini clad girl... Honestly, if I had her body, I would go everywhere in a bikini.

Is it me or is everyone singing through their noses again? I hate nasally singers. These guys sound seriously whiny. A what is with the new trend of breaking notes? I feel like they can’t hold the note. It does not sound catchy with the cracks. It’s yucky. Stop it. Between this and the vocal acrobatics that they can’t quite manage, I am going quite deaf.

1 comment:

Marc said...

So the Simon love fest is on again? Joy. ;)