Do you give good Head?

I know! I know! It's wildly out of character for me to ask such a sexually suggestive question; especially given that I am writing about last night's episode of the "family" smack down show that is American Idol. But seriously, it's hard not to walk through such a wide open door. I mean come on, the guys name is Sundance Head. Exactly what drugs were his parents on when he was named? Obviously they weren't thinking about people like me. Simon said "where do we go from here" upon hearing the guy's name. It was painfully obvious to me exactly where he wanted to go. What was odd was that he apparently decided to be a bit kinder and gentler. I mean really, didn't Simon just last week basically say that the secretary whose boss flew her out to audition must have something scandalous going on with that same boss man (I saw his wife and saw the secretary and frankly am thankful they don't live in Michigan, otherwise somebody would be spending the rest of their life in prison...psst...in case you didn't know, it's illegal to commit adultery in Michigan punishable by up to a lifetime sentence)? Isn't he the same man whose mantra is "I'm not being rude" right before he belches out some supremely snarky (and rude) comment? So...nothing about giving head or sundance? Nothing? Hmmmm...maybe it's just me.

Thankfully Sundance sang his little head off! In fact, Simon predicted he would make it through the the finals. YAY!! (see below)



Also spotlighted was the Castro/bin Laden/Jesus look-a-like although whether we see him in Hollywood or not will depend on whether our illustrious security screeners at the Memphis airport will let him on the plane. And there was also that backup singer with a shy, demur, wallflower type personality - until she opened her mouth that is. Then she turned into a powerhouse; a siren; a vixen. Damn!!! I fell in love over and over again (ok, I kept hitting rewind which may have something to do with my klutziness. Get it? Falling over and over...oh never mind!)

Of course there were the ghastly parade of those who should have remained in their single and double wides waiting for Dorothy's tornado to make its appearance. For those who love to watch insults flying during this part of the season, they were on full display. Although much less from Simon, Randy and Paula. No, the insults they were a'flyin from the no-talent wanna-be's. I know it makes good TV but dang, do we really need to see looney-toons sing "just like Elvis"? Or hear the screeching voice of "hell no you don't sound like Amaya"? Not really!

Of course, you will, like me, be watching again next time!! Why? Because you can't help yourself! It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. You want to avert your eyes. You really really do! Trust me I know! I do too! But we can't! We've turned into some horrible cliche! Damn where are Dorothy's ruby slippers?

j.