SUCK March 23, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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Um, hi, I just wrote a killer long blog all throughout tonight’s episode, and wordpress went and deleted it without saving a draft.
So I’m off to drown my sorrows in a gin and tonic, and I’ll do my best to provide a short update tomorrow.
In the meantime, if anyone lives near WordPress headquarters, throw some eggs their way for me.
Carly Smithson in the houuuuuse! March 16, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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I love spotting former Idol contestants in the Idoldome. Especially former season 7 Idols, since I still believe it was the best.season.ever. David Cook! Michael Johns! Brooke White! Jason Castro! I’m tearing up just thinking about it. But I’ll leave it alone.
Naima took the first performance slot this week and, um, well OK. Hm.
Here’s my thought with Naima. Ten bucks says my current music-loving, rap station listening, no-James-Taylor-appreciation roommate will love her. But she can’t sing. So I guess it’s how much that bothers you. (And it should bother you quite a bit, as this is technically a singing competition. Just saying.)
Jury’s out on good old Paul McDonald. The singer-songwriter-Rod-Stewart-Nashville-loving side of me wants to hug him. But the rest of me wants to smack him.
*Moment of the night* Ryan laughing as he said “we go back to 1995, when Thia was born.”
Seriously? Colors of the Wind? 1995? I REMEMBER WHEN THAT CAME OUT. I’m too old for this [stuff].
(But woah, she seriously looked like Pocahontas. Shoot.) And how come she gets the strings out on the stage?? That’s totally a Top 6 move. Grr.
Well I’ll be damned. I really didn’t see me falling in love with The Durbs, but his Bon Jovi tonight did it. Made me smile. I went all JLo – “it just brings me joy!”
Oh my gosh maybe I am turning into JLo, because I have a major crush on Stefano right now. Killed it tonight.
Yep I skipped over Haley. I’m hoping next week I won’t have to do it purposefully. (Because she won’t sing. Because she’ll get sent home tomorrow night. Get it?)
Pia was magnificent as always, and I was glad she went uptempo with it.
Scotty showed up with his best song yet, and this is coming from a girl who hates Travis Tritt, who he covered tonight. I almost teared up watching him be so stoked that the judges loved him and his baseball team there watching him. Love. It.
Karen’s performance was as awesome as her outfit. I’m going to leave it up to you, fellow readers, to determine how I felt about her chainmail dress. Oops, did I just give it away?
Ok. Let’s deal with Casey Abrams, the electric bass, and Nirvana. Holy heck. I said a while back Idol has never seen a contestant like him, and my goodness was that ever true tonight. Brother lit it up. My current music-loving roommate visibly cringed through the whole performance, but I smiled a little bit. And laughed a little sometimes.
Lauren Alaina rocked a classic karaoke song. Someone remind me to make that my next karaoke song. I think I could rock it, too.
I just don’t know what to do with Jacob Lusk. I don’t know what to make of him. Another karaoke hit, Jacob definitely rocked it better than last week. I hate that this next sentence is going to be in writing so you can hold it against me in the future, but I totally agreed with Randy on this one. He totally whiffed a couple notes, but in the grand scheme of his performance, it didn’t really matter because he’s all that and a bag of Baked Lays.
So that was it. Well, after an awkward little bit of Seacrest wasting time because they (shockingly) ended too soon. Overall, a pretty solid night.
It’s ALIVE! March 9, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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I’m baaaaaaack! So stop sending me mean emails and facebook messages, mmm k?
And welcome to Top 13 week of Idol! Tragedies have already occurred – the first that comes to mind is the too early ousting of Kendra Chantelle and the (totally rigged) Top 13 placement of Naima instead (her name was on the teleprompter for crying out loud!)
Kendra Chantelle, even though I know you totally made that name up, I’m still a fan.
Awkward quote of the night from Randy: “Shania and her great..err…collaborator Mutt Lange…” Uh you mean her great cheating ex-husband? Sheesh.
Casey’s take on Joe Cocker was freaking fracking awesome. Joe Cocker is not an easy cover (see: DeWyze, Lee). This is a contestant unlike any we’ve seen on Idol, I believe. People don’t usually pull stuff like that until Top 6 or 7 and he totally rocked it.
If I didn’t already love Paul McDonald (which I really, really do) I loved him that much more after he said “My idol is Ryan Adams…with an R…” as if to say – “not that stinking Canadian that everyone always covers on this stupid show.” If he would quit skipping around the stage like a 5 year old girl trying not to pee her pants, he’d have a much wider appeal.
Speaking of, next up was Pia singing Celine’s “All By Myself” which, take it from someone who’s tried one too many times in the car, is a stinkin’ hard song to sing. And she, not surprisingly, killed it.
I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t been the biggest fan of James Durbin (or a fan at all) but his performance tonight kind of gave me chills. Well played, Durbin.
I’ll also take this moment to interject that so far this evening we’ve heard two songs that we heard from last year’s Top 2, and tonight’s contestants easily would’ve won that competition last year with one hand behind their back and the other smacking Simon Cowell in the face. It’s a good feeling, no?
Pop quiz: can you name any of the contestants from last year other than the Top 2? I can’t.
Jacob Lusk, ftw. So, so, SO good.
And then there’s 15 year old Thia Megia who picked Michael Jackson’s song “Smile” and had to be told actually, uh, it was a Charlie Chaplin song first. I’m just impressed she didn’t call it a Glee song, even if she did turn around and call him Charlie Chapman.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Scotty “Baby Lock Them Doors” McCreery is still a high school kid. Just an unbelievable voice.
So that doesn’t cover everyone from tonight, but the highlights, certainly. I’m personally hoping Karen Rodriguez is the one to go tomorrow, but geez, it’s a tough call! Let’s get this right, America.
I suck. February 18, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!
But I haven’t even watched Idol yet this week.
I mean it’s one thing to be so busy you can’t blog about Idol, but it’s a whole new kind of busy to not even be able to watch it.
Back with a fury next week, scout’s honor.
news update February 14, 2011Posted by Meg C in Miscellaneous.
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No Bachelor recap tonight, folks. Sorry. Tomorrow’s another day.
In other more exciting news, I’m Tumbling – so check me out at http://chobusiness.tumblr.com. All of my TV posts will show up there, as well. Soooo pick one or the other. Or both and make me feel good about myself.
pink truck and mardi gras trees…because that’s all i’ve got to offer February 10, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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Ice cream with warm caramel sauce? Check. Mardi Gras tree lit up? Check. Large glass of wine? Check and check.
By golly, it’s Hollywood week!
I’m sorry, you think I’m kidding?
(Wine of choice these days is pink truck. And not just for the awesome bottle. OK a little bit for the awesome bottle…)
I have to admit, I’ve been a little pre-occupied (is that just one word?) with this new blog a coworker introduced me to. http://bendoeslife.tumblr.com/
I started at the beginning, and am slowly making my way through his journey. I’m about 10 months in and he’s about to run his first marathon, and all i want to do is keep reading! I’ve recently signed up for my first race (a whopping 5K) and so am seeking inspiration about wherever I can get it. But for the rest of tonight, I “do life” by watching American Idol and keeping you up to date.
I’m also totally geeking out, because I’m heading home this weekend to take my mom out for her 39th* birthday and we’re going to the symphony for this Billy Joel production. Billy Joel is my dream concert, and this might be the best I ever get.
So twice as many people have made it Hollywood week this year, which isn’t totally surprising, since Randy Jackson’s a moron and Jennifer Lopez can’t say no (which I’m sure P. Diddy, Ben Affleck, and currently Marc Antony make good use of.)
Honestly? I love the judges this year. Steven Tyler is lucid almost all the time, Jennifer Lopez knows what she’s talking about, and Randy Jackson is great fodder for this here blog.
Yet again, good ol’ Nigel and his producers decided to focus on a handful of contestants (that we’d already seen before) and gobs of people moved on we’ve never set eyes on and probably won’t until they somehow miraculously make it into the Top 12, and they’ll pull a Kris Allen and go all the way. Seriously this episode played like a recap episode of all the sob stories so far. Give me something new for crying out loud! But thank goodness miss Victoria Huggins was sent packing – one more nasal filled “How ya’ll doin?!” and I’d put a shoe through my TV.
So no real shockers here. Maybe we’ll get some during the group rounds. Fingers crossed!
*we all know that’s not true. But I like when she buys me things.
thank God Almighty we’re free at last! February 9, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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Well my friends, it’s the last night of auditions (PTL!) and instead of recapping the entire episode (creepy, awesome, repetitive), I thought I might use this time to break some Idol misconceptions. Listen, I apologize if I burst your naive bubbles, but if I can’t educate, what’s this all for anyway? I spend a crap-ton of time reading about this stuff since there’s 10 feet of snow and it’s exactly 0 degrees outside, so I know what’s up.
(Yes, I’m completely avoiding the fact that I broke all of my personal rules and read the Top 40 spoilers! In a moment of weakness, I gave in and you know what? I don’t regret it. Not one bit. Screw it.)
1. Those “live” performances by celebrities once we get to the Bowl? Not so live. Sometime pretaped months before they air.
2. All those people in the arena waiting to audition don’t actually get in front of the celebrity judges. Shocking, I know. So for those people that drive hours and hours? They have to do it multiple times for the rounds of producer auditions. So my question here is, why keep up the pretense? Quit showing me wackjobs in Transformers costumes and start showing me what these contestants really go through.
3. The order in which people perform once in the live episodes? Pre-determined by the producers. So when I complain, and I will complain, that the producers are clearly pimping a certain contestant by placing them last, it’s clearly true.
All right, so are you catching the theme that the producers are totally screwing with you? As long as your eyes are open, that’s all that matters to me.
Still skeptical? Unless Steven Tyler is the world’s fastest quick change artist, here’s your proof:
I don’t want to ruin you completely, so I’ll save more for later. And there is more. Much, much more.
Tonight’s episode was sweet relief, only in that it was the last audition round episode! Which means…thaaat’s right……we’re going to Hollywood!! I’ll meet you there – I’ve got to dig out of this damn snow.
we had a pact, for crying out loud! February 7, 2011Posted by Meg C in Bachelor.
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I don’t know how I get myself into these messes. But sometimes a girl just needs her TV spoilers and can’t wait to get em! No, no, I haven’t read the Bachelor spoilers (yet) but I did read the Idol top 40 spoilers out of Hollywood. I’m ashamed. But we’ll deal with that on Wednesday night. For now, it’s The Bachelor!
Listen, at this point, it’s Emily’s game to lose. Chantal may pull a Pittsburgh Steelers and make a comeback right at the end, but I really don’t see many of these girls making it much farther. Tonight we got to see Brad take the girls on all sorts of adventures through Costa Rica, as he led them through waterfalls and down zip lines, and and the girls fell in “love” with him the way I fell in ‘”love” with camp counselors growing up. It’s getting “real” now, in case you missed the memo.
So for the first time, Brad held back from giving a rose on a one-on-one date, and that was the last we saw of Alli the fashion consultant. (Let’s just remember he is 14 years older than she is…so this outcome wasn’t completely shocking).
But, after sending Alli home, Brad pulled a Jake Pavelka leaning over the balcony’s edge – he just needs some down time, don’t you know. And psycho Michelle 2.0 came to rescue him. Say what you will about her, but she’s good TV people. And in the end, isn’t that all we’re really looking for?
I don’t know friends, it seems like all I’m doing this season is waiting for the next episode. But the next episode always feels like it has to be better than the current one.
Until Wednesday, when I’ll confess all my Idol spoiler sins.
the circle of life and stuff February 2, 2011Posted by Meg C in Idol.
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I fell in love a little bit tonight. With one John Wayne Schultz. Pretty sure the rest of the country did, too. I hope this real life cowboy can make it through Hollywood Hell, because he could really do well.
Brother’s name is John Wayne. Because his dad wanted a tough son. Pretty sure my dad wanted a tough son, too, so I’m glad they didn’t name me Chuck Norris. That’d be embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as the girl so in love with Ryan Seacrest she cried when he came close to her.
Texas is one feisty state!
I don’t know my friends, audition rounds are getting old. I’m lacking creative stories since we’re watching the same thing over and over and over. And over. And I’m getting more excited for Russell vs. Rob to start on Survivor.
Sorry if I suck. Just how I feel. I hit this point every year. Just laying it out there and being honest!
So they gave out approximately 746 tickets to Hollywood, and showed us like 7 of them, so it’s hard to know how good what we actually saw ended up being.
Faves: Janelle Arthur, John flippin Wayne. (Can you tell I’m rooting for the country folk?) Also didn’t totally mind Casey Abrams (I could totally see him being the major makeover of the year, no?)
Vegas, Baby! February 1, 2011Posted by Meg C in Bachelor.
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Last summer, I had the privilege of spending an entire week in Vegas. It was, well, awesome. I love Vegas. Love love love Vegas. So as you can imagine, I was totally geeked out when I found out that’s where The Bachelor was heading!
On Brad’s first one-on-one, he chose Shawntel (again, not to be confused with Chantal) to give a shopping spree in Vegas’ nicest mall. Giving her, as one other girl put it, the Pretty Woman moment every girl dreams of. Which left me wondering if she had ever actually seen the movie, and whether she thought being a prostitute would be worth all of those free clothes. And then at dinner, she chose to spend it filling Brad in on how to embalm a body. Embalm a body. Probably not the best topic of conversation for your first date? Just throwing it out there.
And then, in a risky move, the Bachelor producers sent Brad on a group date to the Vegas Nascar track, where Emily’s late husband was in a crash that ended his racing career. It was either risky or a big jerk move. To be honest, I’m leaning toward big jerk move. Brad had no idea her late husband was a race car driver, but those producers knew every last detail, I’m sure. But she handled the whole situation beautifully, and I’d be completely shocked if she doesn’t make it to the top 3 at this point.
And then good ol’ Brad took out the BFF Ashleys for the “dreaded 2 on 1 date.” Which means, as Chris Harrison so eloquently put it, 2 girls, one rose, one stays, one goes. BOOM. This was suprising to me, as both of these girls were early frontrunners – with one receiving the first one-on-one date, and the other receiving the first impression rose. Unfortunately for Ashley #2, the curse of the first one-on-one date did not hold true, and Ashley #1 claimed the rose, sending the other Ashley home to cry an ugly cry while “Are you lonesome tonight?” played over the clips of the rest of her crying and the rest of Brad and Ashley #1’s date.
I’ll be honest, this was a pretty boring episode (with the exception of Emily’s fiasco) and the two other girls sent home had gotten about 4 seconds of screen time combined. Thus, the boring blog. Steven Tyler would be so disappointed in me.
But now, we’re down to 8 girls, and things are going to get frisky, ASAP.