You mean the song is supposed to sound the way forgetful boy sang it? :eek:
Oh, no. I just meant that the original sounds like a Michael Jackson song. … Ooooh! Look! A montage!
Randy just wrote San Francisco’s new slogan!
“San Francisco: Let’s Just Get Through It!”
Nope. I swore she was the reincarnation of Moaning Myrtle.
koeeoaddi, just wanted to let you know that I am off to bed now. And believe me, there quite some dreams that are going to be had tonight! And not the good kind, where I win the lottery AND a cotton candy machine, either. Enjoy!
Dear Queen Latifah,
I’m so very happy for your continued successes. You rocked my socks from the beginning, love your music, was blown away by The Dana Owens album, you made Chicago fun! Your talent amazes me and I’ve always enjoyed your interviews, your grounded perspective and surprising wit are a refreshing reality break from the pre-packaged glitz.
Long before Dove Soap wanted women to love the skin they’re in, you showed us how a non-Barbie in Celeb-ville could continue to own her sexuality, never apologizing or groveling for forgiveness for the nearly unpardonable sin of having an average body type. The best compliment I ever recieved online was someone trying to insult me by comparing me to you, seriously.
Honey, let’s talk. You’re doing commercials all over the place, and that’s all well and I’m happy for you and your bank account. The first Cover Girl commercials were great, you were fabulous and looked beautiful but lately? So you’ve put on a few extra pounds, that’s certainly understandable. Have you also lost contact with the concept of a mirror? This understated Overweight Mother-of-the-Bride trying to blend with the drapes thing you’ve got going on with the Jennifer Aniston hair, it’s gotta stop! Please!
Your adoring fan,
Tonya
Other than cringing every time those unfortunate commercials came on, I agree with everyone about Squeaky, can’t wait to see more of her!
The 1 minute of Paris was the only thing worth seeing in two hours of show.
But Paris. They can give that girl the prize now and I wouldn’t complain. She can sing Dixie Chicks AND Billie Holiday, and she seems like a real sweetheart. And those were real jazz runs, kids, just like Ella used to do.
I KNEW she sounded familiar.
Sweet dreams, Rockle. Hasn’t even started here yet, but I’m killing time watching some John Waters thing so I’m good for another half hour.
I said this of Rhonetta while watching: “If she were a spice girl, she’d be Spice Rack.”
My parents just about lost it.
<snerking all over the place>
Please tell me tomorrow is the last audition show. I can’t take much more of this.
What was that second song that Paris did, that she said was by Billie Holiday? I thought she said it was “Take Five”, and it sounded like “Take Five”, but I can’t find anything relating Billie Holiday to that song.
And for Walter:
Dadgummit - my DVR fubared up and I missed all but the last 15 minutes, which were dominated by “Spice Rack.” OK producers, we get it - she’s delusional. Please move on already! :mad:
I know this thread is sound asleep, but…dear God, Paris was breathtaking!
I love her even more than I loved Anwar. In, you know, a mom kind of way.
I hear ya. The real episodes need to start. NOW.
I don’t agree. The initial auditions with the self-deluded folks is the best part. I actually find it gets boring once they get to Hollywood and everyone can sing at least decently.
I was laughing my butt off at “She’s out ooooooooooooooooooooooof my Life…”
The AI producers should put together a DVD compilation of the nuts: Rhonetta, Mary Roche, and more. Shoot, I’d buy it.
I liked the Pickler girl and the guy they said sounded like Alan Jackson.
The red magic carpet guy was amusing, at least.
Kelly’s a doll and has talent, but the backstory is so Lifetime for Women- her life of disadvantage is almost an unfair advantage since it’s sure to influence the fan votes. (Am I the only one who when she was talking about being abandoned and the dad in jail, etc., kept expecting her to add “I"m hypoglycemic, I’ve got one leg, I’m flatulent… let’s get this party started…”.)
Chase the eunuch (high pitched fat androgyne guy) was one of the biggest shocks of the series, first in that he does have a— well, distinctive, but not in a bad way— voice, and then that he made it through. At least he’ll get a free trip to California out of it, and maybe that’s what Paula was thinking. I feel sorry for him but there’s simply no way he can make the final 12 or even final 50.
The cracks on Seacrest’s height (or lack of) were really crass. I think Seacrest is somewhere between Carson Daly and Paris Hilton on the “why are they famous?” scale, but that’s just damned rude. That said, Seacrest has always been sort of smarmy-sleazy cute, but does anybody else think the cute is wearing off and he’s really aging? (Could be a coke head or could be from working 8 gigs at a time or from some combo thereof.)
Did it seem to anybody else that Paula did NOT want to dance with the Anachronistic Mo-Town Bullethead guy? I think it majorly embarassed her but she played along with it.
Loved foster home gal til the “Mommy’s going away” part, and I think even Simon may have changed his answer after her “I’m goin’” comeback. Her backstory will take some of the Kelly fire as well from the “we wanna see a poor girl do well” crowd. And man she’s tall.
Note to self: never pay for a vocal coach for a kid I haven’t heard sing since he was 8. (And I wonder if he knows how gay he is yet.)
Regarding de Salazar (does that sound like an arthouse movie title or what?), I actually think he might have made it if he’d shaved his satyr like facial hair, worn hipper clothes (and when l say somebody dresses too square it’s like Yoko Ono saying somebody needs to be a little less screechy) and left that damned poster and more damned (and obviously rehearsed) kid brother back at the camp with Rosita the Fortuneteller and Uncle Kosvo the Bear tamer. He didn’t have a bad voice and with the right hair he could be really cute with a safely exotic veneer. I wouldn’t be astonished if Kid Brother gets offers from casting agents, incidentally, or that he was brought along intentionally to get camera attention for himself.