Simon was right, it was a bizarre night. I wasn’t impressed with Neil Diamond as a mentor, but maybe they didn’t show us much because of time constraints, who knows, and frankly I didn’t care. I was underwhelmed most of the night, and frankly there is not one performance that comes to mind that I recall as enjoyable, and the show has been over for only a few minutes. Another thing I found underwhelming was the format tonight. And Paula thinking that Jason had sang two songs when he had only sung one proves she is in her own orbit. ‘Nuff said.
Jason: What a freakin’ train wreck tonight. As he sang his first song Forever In Blue Jeans, I hid under the coffee table. That said, if the kid just pushed, he could knock us all off our seats. September Morning was just as bad for me in the sense it was just plain old boring.
Randy said, “Dude, check it out—so—It was just ok. That was just an okay performance.” I couldn’t agree more. Based on performances Jason should go home this week, and frankly, as much as I like the kid, I am very okay with that.
Paula said, “You need to get outside your comfort one.” It was the only intelligent thing she said all night.
Simon said, “You struggled through both songs. I think you’ll look back on this and wonder who this performer was.”
David Cook sang I’m Alive. I didn’t care for it—But I still mucho like David. It was nice to see him mix it up some more but it just wasn’t my thang, except the chorus. Then he sang, All I Really Need is You. Was the title of the song? Irrelevant actually because I liked this performance less then the first one. His mumbly slurring lyrics were getting on my nerves. However I loved the arrangement. Apparently I was in the minority with the judges, all three totally dug it. Whatev.
Brooke. Oh, my. Poor thing. I’m a Believer was as Simon said, “A nightmare.” Sigh, all I could think of as she crashed and burned was how awesome Micky Dolenz sounded singing this song. And then of course there was Shrek. The tempo was too fast, and well, it was bad. Then she sang I Am I Said. I love this song. And thankfully Brooke did a better job with this one then the first song. Hubby said it was lackluster. I thought it was nice.
Randy agreed, he said, “Nice job.”
Paula, blah blah blah
Simon said, “I really, really hated the first song. This is the Brooke I like. A million times better then the first song. Well done.” Whew. It may be enough to keep her in the running, but if she goes I won’t be upset. She doesn’t have the pipes to be the American Idol this year.
And along came David A. eye roll. He sang Sweet Caroline, another fave ND song of mine. I thought he butchered it. As I thought those thoughts I said, “Karin, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh because you can’t even stand to look at the kid anymore?” So I closed my eyes. Gave it another chance. Still hated it. Then he sang America, and while I liked it better, once again it did not stir the cockles of my heart. And apparently I’m an idiot because all three judges flipped over it. I think I need to guest judge next year. Let’s start a petition!
Last and certainly least (heh did you catch that?) Syesha. So she sang Hello Again, barefoot again. What’s up with that? Immediately I was bored. Then it occurred to me, perhaps I’m being too harsh, or maybe I’m expecting too much at this stage in the game. But shouldn’t I expect more? I mean we’re down to 5! So, I was bored and while her second song Thank The Lord For The Night Time (another fave of mine) was better, I still was not wowed by this girl. In fact I haven’t been at all this year. To me she just doesn’t have a distinctive enough voice for me to remember anything she has sung thus far.
Randy said about this performance, “Yo, you know what I love ? That was also in the zone. (yeah the dead zone!) This is the way I like you.” Barefoot?
Simon said, “You are a very good action stroke singer. I think however, you may be in trouble tonight. I didn’t think you had a very unmemorable second song tonight.” And as usual, Simon was right.
My pick to go home this week is Jason. His time is up.