A Lot of Hot Air

If we say something is, does that really make it so, or do we just show ourselves to be full of a lot of hot air? This question has bounced around my pinball machine of a brain all evening as I've watched contestant after contestant come in and "murder" their song selection of the evening. Of course that is AFTER they have talked themselves up to high heaven using such descriptions as "the whole package" and "I could be bigger than J-Lo" (true...just not the way you meant Rhonetta). But it isn't only the contestants who seem to want to define themselves or their actions by telling us what reality they want us to believe. Time after time Simon told us just how un-rude he really was. He declared over and over that in fact he wasn't being rude at all. These declarations always preceeded some comment that most of us really would consider rude, if it wasn't so dang funny! Time after time we found the contestants full of hot air and, YES, it carried over to the judges as well. North Carolina has produced the likes of Fantasia and that dreadful Barry Manilow wanna-be, Clay Aiken. Will the next Idol come out of North Carolina? Not if they take after Rhonetta or Marcus or the cutie who should have stayed the hell in the shower. Paris, between plugging his ears and yelling "No!" at the TV, proceeded to call the contestants "sucky!" ~foxy coxy~ rang in to say that she didn't remember Idols of the past being full of so much, "um garbage". Well, sweetie, I'll give the same advice to you that someone must be giving to Paula..."more vodka and diet coke and the world will sound so much more harmonious!" Marcus told me something new tonight...that Paula and Randy have a vocal coaching DVD. I probably would have been even more shocked at that little tid-bit of info had I not been completely taken back by their putting through of some guy named Chase, who offered to dress in yellow chiffon..."if it would make a difference and as long as he could have matching shoes." Ummmmm...NO! Chiffon (yellow or otherwise), with or without matching yellow shoes, won't make your voice any less dreadful! As I listen to Ryan wrap the show...hold up for a quick minute...did he just say only 9 people got through? Holy Batman and Robin! Well, I do have one that we'll do well to keep our eyes on. I was excited to see Ann Nesby of the Sounds of Blackness bring her niece who shared something very special with my 7 year old...the same name. As Paris started talking with that cartoonish voice I thought "oh heck, here we go"...but then she opened her mouth and sang that little ditty by the Dixie Chicks. I wanted more! Thankfully Paula had a moment of sobriety and asked little Paris to "bless" us all with another number. Little cartoon voice started talking about Billie Holliday, and then she opened her mouth and the pipes started blowing. Oh God...this girl can sing (even if when she talks she sounds a little like she's sucked in a butt-load of helium)!!! That's a wrap from my little neighborhood! j.