The annual tradition continues.
I check in each year on American Idol the week the top six perform. I hate the audition rounds, the weeks of humiliation ... the crazies they bring on just make me sad as I guess I don't have that thing that lets me laugh at other people's misfortune.
(Having said that I'm sure I'll be out today and will see a nun slip on a banana peel.)
Look at 'em, though. What a motley crew, these six: Skinny country crooner with an Alfred E. Newman thing going on and twang for days; a Compton guy who you just wanna see get outta Compton; two young women who (I'm sorry but they) are interchangeable; rocker guy with satellite dish ears; and, finally, an extra from Yentl's yeshiva scenes.
And the rabbinical student will probably win it all. AND ... he's ginger! He has a great stage presence but ... well, the pop music world isn't usually populated by someone who wandered over from the 1985 Harrison Ford movie Witness.
(I'm accepting more Casey Abrams movie-related zingers in the comments below.)
About the judge's panel? Apparently the show DOES survive without Simon, and very well in fact. I like that the judges now enter from offstage, which I'm sure was done to showcase J.Lo's legs and her clothes. Tyler is fine, maybe a little too inside baseball with his quotes about presentation. Randy continues to be Randy despite his move into Simon's chair, he's "all good."
Seacrest, however, is really rockin' the Mad Men look this season. I like it.
So, after the jump, watch Casey sing the Carole King-penned Hi De Ho (which he nailed like he was raising a barn -- see what I did there? Another Witness reference?) and duetting with Haley on I Feel the Earth Move.
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