Holy Christ - Taylor won! In an absurdly long 2-hour finale, featuring horrendous renditions of songs by the American Idol wannabes, Taylor Hicks ended up taking home the big prize. And I'm happy about that. Perhaps most interesting was the caliber of real stars that appeared on the show - Mary J. Blige, Prince, and Dionne Warwick, to name a few. For a brief moment, when the chords to Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me began to play, I almost expected Elton fucking John to walk onto the stage. (Sadly, he did not, it was Clay Aiken. Let's chalk up this event as one more reason to believe that kid is gay, not that there is anything wrong with that.) Seacrest annoys the hell out of me, Randy Jackson says "dude" and "dawg* pound" more than any respectable person should, and Paula has an endless stream of nonsensical jargon that spews from her mouth. These elements make the show unbearable. But then you hear a phrase from the oft hilarious and usually dead-on critic, Simon Cowell, that brings it all into perspective and you realize that someone on that show does have an ounce of sanity left. But I digress...the point of this blog entry is that Taylor won (as I predicted) and now I can look forward to his cd release, which will hopefully have plenty of his Joe Cocker-esque vocal stylings with some blues harp thrown in for good measure.Darr's Comment for the Evening: "Medleys suck ass."
*Intentionally misspelled
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