Idol vs. Skaters

Despite the Olympics being a bore thus far I wanted to make sure to catch "New York Fave" Emily Hughes and thankfully since the Olympic coverage has been so bad they decided to wait until American Idol was over before most of the skaters I was interested in had their turns.

Therefore I sat back, enjoyed and fast forwarded through a new season of too long, too verbose, too young, too fluffed American Idol.

Overall analysis:

1. WOW, most of these girls are young!
2. WOW, most of these girls are not that good--although I remember saying that last year too and they warmed up for me.
3. WOW, why are most of the girls wearing Capri pants
4. WOW, we are still using that flame background that reminds me of a burger king commercial
5. WOW, people still choose bad songs
6. WOW, who is that sleezy blond haired/moustache guy in the "dog-pound?"

I think I should be an Idol Consultant. First of all pick songs people know. Secondly on your first night out go more with up beat songs, people get bored with the slow songs. I agree with the judges half of the battle is just personality and being memorable. Slow songs=zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Whose Getting Booted:

• Stevie - You're positioning yourself too much as an opera singer, no one wants that. Oh and you're not good.
• Heather - You are just bad

Most annoying person was Brenna. I think she is trying to be Mikalah or something from last season. She'll stick around, but get the boot shortly. She wasn't even good.

For most of these girls the judges basically said how they had no confidence in them, they expected horrible but were pleasantly surprised that they weren't as bad as they would have thought..HILARIOUS.

No one really blew me away. Katherine, Kinnik, Mandisa, will make it to the top six. The thing about Paris is that she is sort of a caricature. I don't think she was that good, but she came with personality, but that could get old. She'll probably get in. Reserving my opinion on the last two spots.

Last question/point: Why are those intereviews so damn long...and boring!

The Real Deal..

So let's just get the mocking, chuckling, gafawing and finger pointing out of the way. Last night I took my husband to see INXS. You know how addicted we became to the show, despite thinking maybe their music wasn't it was all it was cracked up to be in the 80's. Well I have to tell you, J.D. Fortune, he's IT.

He's good looking in a rock star way, has a great crowd prescence and can definately sing. But we'll get to all that.

The show was at NYC's Avery Fischer Hall at Lincoln Center. For those that don't know that is where the NY Philharmonic plays. In order to keep their reputation in tact the usher's all still wore tuxedo's and handed out playbill's. They served wine and fancy drinks in the lobby's and the seats were all nice and cushioned. There were some audience members so out of place that I thought maybe they thought INXS was just a name for a new philharmonic program.

The show opened with Marty Casey (and the lovehammers). They were pretty good. Although that dude is a bit of a freak and probably wakes up every morning thanking INXS. I did get the feeling they would have rather been playing in a bar than Lincoln Center though where people are standing up front, drunk, yelling and carrying on rather than sitting in the front row perusing their wall street journals. (Okay that didn't really happen, but it sounded good.)

INXS came out about an hour and 15 minutes later and they really rocked. I was concerned I was only going ot know the songs from the show, but it terms out my memory kicked it into high gear and I found myself dancing and singing along to all the old favorites whose names I don't know just the tunes. J.D. Fortune came out in all black with a white jacket looking all the rock star he wanted to be. Lots of screaming teenage girls followed by 60 year old women.

So I'm not saying go out and buy their new album, but know that this wasn't just another reality tv show leading to 15 minutes of fame. Seems like they might be around for a while until J.D. goes out on his own, becomes an alchie, drug addicted and incomprehensible and someone makes a movie out of his story with his kids crying in the corner as his wife drags them away to better life.

Tonight I'll have to catch up on the Bachelor...