No, I’m not writing about UCLA, Florida, Ohio State, and who da hell was the fourth? Kansas? Anyhow, no, I’m writing about American Idol. Dear, dear mindless American Idol—the perfect vacuous escape from our accumulated angst associated with the great Paris Hilton sentencing debacle.
With that said, is anything I write here consequential to anybody or anything? Hell no! But it feels good just to vomit out this bile through my keyboard. It is at once purgative and just plain biliously pleasing. I love my bile. You see, I have no gall bladder to store it in, so it must be regurgitated through my computer in order not to accumulate internally. Get it? I thought you would! Read on for more incoherent ranting.
Where are we with American Idol, already? Well, with the two booted off last week, namely Phil and Chris, we’re now stuck with Blake, Jordin, Lakisha, and Melinda. The Turkey’s friend Susie would like to see a Blake vs. Jordin final. At first I scoffed, as this Turkey does when faced with any simple statement that makes sense. Why, hell no—I don’t want Blake hanging around! He’s clearly inferior to the broads in this competition (and, yeah, the remaining ones are what we refer to as substantial women—and you know that this Turkey fancies big butts, but I digress). So, wait a second here, I’m thinking. You know how it is when I’m thinking. It doesn’t happen that often and you can smell the gear oil burning and all. But I’m thinking—Hey, why the hell NOT? Lakisha’s gospel screeching is getting on my nerves and Melinda’s professional perfection is somehow mechanical and boring to me, albeit pleasing. But Jordin is out there, a 17 year-old with a 30 year-old body and an equally mature voice, yet the fresh approach of a highly confident teenager who KNOWS she can win this thing. So, yeah, Jordin in the finals would be great. And regardless of what I think of Blake, that particular Pillsbury Bake-Off tandem is the only duo that really makes sense in the context of decent entertainment with a potential for originality and variety. I damn well like this idea.
We’ll know in two weeks who the finalists are. The finals are always fun. You had yer Clarkson/Guarini, yer Studdard/Aiken, yer Fantasia/DeGarmo, yer Bo/Carrie, and yer Hicks/McPhee. This year, the best sing-off, the best chance for a highly polarized viewing audience is indeed with the matchup proposed by good old Susie.
If you read back through my bullshit on this inane stuff, you’ll see how I’ve vacillated. I originally said that if the finals weren’t Melinda and Lakisha, I’d kiss your ass in Burdines’ window. (Pretty safe, because the Burdines name has disappeared in favor of Macy*s.) Now, I think of that as a boring, if not annoying, final matchup. The prospect of fresh faces, fresh voices, and fresh ideas makes me want to root for Jordin and Blake.
(Of course, if THAT doesn’t work out, I’ll be back here pimping for someone else next week.)
Tonight should be interesting. Barry Gibb is the Geriatric Guest Guru of the Week. You know, the Barry Gibb of BeeGees fame? The guy who stutters musically. The rat-a-tat-tat machine gun vibrato guy? The remaing Gibb brother? You know? The guy who once sang a duo with Barbra Streisand about not bringing her flowers? “Losin’ ya now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, ‘ow can I see tomorrow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow…?” You know that guy, right? WHAT THE HELL IS HE GOING TO TEACH THESE PEOPLE????? Will he have them all stuttering out period pieces from 1977 in enraptured falsetto? “Night fever, night fev-ahhhhhh, you know how ta DO IT (oh yeah)…”
I can hardly wait for the fun to begin. See ya later!
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The Redhead says
Wow, you were on a roll with this entry, Turkey! I must add, however, that it was Neil Diamond singing with Babs. Bee Gee Barry came along later when he and Barb did the Guilty album.
I don’t think Melinda’s performance of that song was her best effort.
The Nittany Turkey says
Melinda is doing “Inside and Out.” Barry thinks it worked for a woman to do a falsetto song with a normal woman voice.
The Redhead says
It was Diamond on “Flowers,” and Barry on “What kind of fool.”
The Nittany Turkey says
Yeah, you’re right about the Don’t Bring Me Flowers thing. And Guilty, too.
The Redhead says
Barry used the be the good looking Bee Gee brother. Alas, he hasn’t aged well.
The Nittany Turkey says
Paula is hammered and in a bitchy mood.
The Nittany Turkey says
Still, he’s better off than his brothers.
The Redhead says
Good evening, Turkey! Math Guy is back from Tallahickie which proved to be a rather sad trip, I’m afraid.
I hear you two are lunching on Friday.
The Redhead says
Yes, he is. Are there any other brothers left?
The Redhead says
Now, this Blake rendition should be interestin!
The Redhead says
This sucks.
The Redhead says
He’s off tonight.
The Nittany Turkey says
I think Blake will get his ass voted off for this if Lakisha and Jordin turn in half-assed decent performances.
The Redhead says
I’m with Simon.
Why do they continue to cut off Simon? I don’t get that. He’s the host everyone wants to hear from, yet they give Randy and Paula more time. What’s with that?
The Nittany Turkey says
They know that you want to hear from Simon.
The Redhead says
Lakisha’s “stayin’ alive” this week, even though she can’t hit those high notes.
The Nittany Turkey says
This is moderately entertaining…oops…until she started screaming.
The Nittany Turkey says
Paula is cranky.
The Redhead says
You’re right about Simon’s air time–this is cynical television, after all.
The Nittany Turkey says
Simon’s wardrobe consists of undershirts.
The Redhead says
So they sing two songs tonight?
The Redhead says
So far, not one of them has delivered a top performance.
The Nittany Turkey says
I think that if Lakisha can’t do better than that for her second song, she’s in jeopardy this week. After all, Blake has a burgeoning teenage rooting section.
The Nittany Turkey says
Methinks that Jordin’s is the best so far tonight.
The Redhead says
I love this song and hate this performance.
The Nittany Turkey says
A straight rendition, with heart, soul, and charm.
The Redhead says
I still hated it. I’m sick of that Mariah Carey shit.
The Nittany Turkey says
I think Jordin should pick up Seacrest and toss him off the stage.
The Nittany Turkey says
You tell ’em, kiddo. None of that Mariah shit! Yeah!
The Redhead says
So, what’s the snack tonight, Turkey? I’m just finishing a slice of pizza from the pie we got for dinner.
The Nittany Turkey says
And for Melinda’s second number, we’ll be hearing More Than a Woman…
The Nittany Turkey says
More strawberries macerated in Grand Marnier.
The Nittany Turkey says
I like the Rev. Al Green’s version of this.
The Nittany Turkey says
Melinda’s version ain’t up to that.
The Redhead says
This is a nice song that doesn’t need any bells and whistles. Sorry, Melinda.
The Nittany Turkey says
He does it without the vibrato and the gospel shit.
The Redhead says
Yes, Al’s is the best.
The Nittany Turkey says
Yeah, I agree. Too embellished. Too much. Demasiado.
The Redhead says
Yes, I liked what she did with the ending.
The Redhead says
So far, I haven’t really dug any of tonight’s performances.
The Nittany Turkey says
Melinda needs a neck augmentation.
The Redhead says
I like it. A real pop performance.
The Nittany Turkey says
THis is a mess.
The Redhead says
Good, Blake!
The Nittany Turkey says
Paula is hammered.
The Redhead says
I liked the song–it was different.
The Nittany Turkey says
Lakisha da Screecha
The Redhead says
So I hear you’re taking Math Guy to a real swanky place on Friday.
The Nittany Turkey says
I’ll give ya “different.” I’ll sing and that’ll be “different.” LMAO
The Nittany Turkey says
Same Chink joint on Friday as per usual, I would think, unless you know something I don’t know.
The Nittany Turkey says
I have an ophthalmologist appt. the morning before I see MG.
The Nittany Turkey says
Maybe I’ll be dilated and he can drive. God knows where we’ll wind up.
The Redhead says
A check-up?
The Redhead says
Oh look, Judge Jokey.
The Redhead says
It’s going to be loud.
The Redhead says
The dress is very slimming.
The Nittany Turkey says
Too damn loud for a gentle ballad.
The Nittany Turkey says
Uh oh! Mariah shit!
The Redhead says
You know, listening to all of these songs I’m reminded of what an incredible range of songs they composed.
The Nittany Turkey says
HELP!!!!!!!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Redhead says
Better than the first performance, though.
The Nittany Turkey says
Screwed up the ending, too.
The Redhead says
I kind of liked it.
The Redhead says
I liked the way she “screwed up” the ending…kind of sweet.
The Nittany Turkey says
No kisses for Simon tonight.
The Nittany Turkey says
That’s the difference between you and me. I demand perfection.
The Redhead says
No one tonight has knocked it out of the park.
The Redhead says
Some of us demand, some of us already have.
The Redhead says
Jordin’s gonna sing us home. Maybe she’ll turn in solid gold.
The Nittany Turkey says
However, if she invokes Mariah, you’ll declare it solid shit!
The Nittany Turkey says
Good choice of material, but the comparisons to Barbra will be inevitable and harsh. We’ll see how she does.
The Redhead says
I thought she had real promise with this song, but I don’t think she’s pullilng it off.
The Nittany Turkey says
Her pitch is off and she’s reedy. Her immature voice suffers in comparison to Streisand. (I can’t stand Barbra, but da bitch can sing.)
The Nittany Turkey says
Paula is so hammered.
The Redhead says
Ouch! You know, Simon does have a point. I think Jordin over-reached.
The Nittany Turkey says
I don’t like those faces Melinda makes when she’s singing. It’s like Taylor Hicks’ singin’ face.
The Redhead says
Watching the recap, I think Blake gave the more entertaining performances.
The Nittany Turkey says
More than what? I think he’s weird.
The Nittany Turkey says
OK, Ima watch House, mamacita….Blake gets the axe if you ax me, but there’s a chance it might be Lakisha.
The Redhead says
Jordin has obviously heard what maturity she has for a young girl but she’s now making the mistake of trying to be mature instead of just being natural, being herself.
The Nittany Turkey says
I shall dial you in tomorrow night. Have a fun night!
The Nittany Turkey says
Jordin should stop reading my blog and get her own mind.
The Redhead says
Goonight, Turkey! See you tomorrow 🙂