Manilow night? Yikes. Anthony’s moment to shine.
Why won’t you have Internet access tomorrow?
TWoP, from a Philadelphia news source, says the theme this week is the Philly Sound of Gamble & Huff.
They did Manilow last year. It’s possible I guess but I’ve watched every year and it seems they don’t usually repeat specific performer theme nights.
If they had to repeat a performer I’d love to have another Elton John night 
I like the way they’re choosing songwriting teams this year as a theme rather than genres; it does allow for better options, especially when they pick folks who wrote for a long period of time, since both this week’s and last week’s songwriters wrote in a variety of styles.
The question then becomes, of course: What will the second theme of the week be? And worse yet, what inane filler will they be using this time?
Strangely enough I have joined the group that dream about American Idol and that was my dream (nightmare) last night. I dreamed that Bo, Anthony and Scott were the final three and that Anthony got very ill and was in the hospital so it would just be Bo and Scott. My mind was screaming that it was so very wrong, finally I was able to wake up before Scott’s first song.
Don’t know much, but I know this much is true: Bo will, once again, NOT be singing “Fat Bottomed Girls.” This is a total TRAVESTY and I think I need to put a call into my Congressman or something about this. I can only hope that they are saving the awesomeness that is my favorite Queen song for a very special week.
Oh, and because it cannot be said enough: Bo rocks my socks. That is all.
I’ve been wanting to hear Bo sing “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine” since week 1. I’m hoping this will be the week.
Now that the boy-girl ratio has evened up, I want the second half to be a duets night, 4 songs with each boy-girl team up. Votes for the performace will go to both performers.
So far I haven’t dreamed about AI. Although a good Bo dream would be more than welcome at this point. Man, it should be embarrassing at my age to turn back into a hormonal squeeing teenybopper, but I’m indulging my second childhood guilt- and shamefree.
What I’m wondering is if they’ll allow them to sing whole songs instead of chopped up snippets. And if they’ll allow Bo to use his guitar just once in a regular performance. Because I’m tired of seeing him carry the mike stand, which is a poor substitute.
I think that would be a great song for Bo.
That’s true, but a cruel corner of me would prefer that Anthony pull that one out of a hat and be forced to perform it, in all his awful glo-- err, glorious awfulness.
Eerie. As I was typing my response to JS, the thought — blessedly fleeting — of Anthony doing the song occured to me. I believe I would cry like a Parisian on the Champs Elysee watching the Wehrmacht.
That’s an interesting idea, but one problem is that Anthony can’t sing melody while a woman harmonizes — at least, he couldn’t last week with Carrie. He kept slipping into her harmonies and lost the melody altogether.
Seriously, Lib? These might be the sexiest words ever uttered by a human being who is not Orlando Bloom. I’m not joking, either. Wonkspeak drives me nuts. If you also understand the infield fly rule, my marriage might be in serious trouble. 
Although I appreciate the sentiment, I cling to my wife like a Swede to his Volvo.
Hey! Does that mean you’ll give up Bo now? I’ve got dibs!
In related news, my mother still weeps for Constantine’s outster.
Here’s what I want, regardless of the theme tonight:
Anthony singing “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”, with the George Michael-dance from the video. He’ll be gone for sure. [Mr. Burns]Exxxcellent![/MB]
Hell NO! I want them all! But, since Lib is (sadly) spoken for, I’ll graciously back away from him. Too bad, though: I am both an excellent speller and a better-than-average chess player. Lib’s loss. Le sigh. His wife’s a lucky woman, though.
The dancing I can deal with, but if he wears the blue-and-white hot pants, I’m going to start drinking the rum right out of the bottle, OK?
But what will you do if he wears the flourescent, fingerless gloves? Go ahead and dial 9-1 now and when the second bottle of rum starts to kick in, press 1 again.
*Dearest Anthony,
You don’t know me, but I heckle you from my couch every week while you’re on “American Idol.” I have no foreknowledge of this – or any – week’s musical “theme,” nor do I have any sort of “in” with the stylists on the show, but trust me on this: if you ever even think about wearing blue-and-white hot pants or fluorescent fingerless gloves, or a T-shirt that says “CHOOSE LIFE” or “GO-GO” or even “FRANKIE SAYS RELAX,” I will hunt you down like the beast that you are and feed your liver to my cats for supper.
Keep up the good work!
Love and kisses,
rockle.*
'K, guys, tonight better not suck. I left my husband in charge of plant maintenance (i.e., watering the flowers) and I would hate to think he murdolated the poor buggers for nothing …