The blonde girl was good, but she's no Kelly! In retrospect, it was a risky move singing that song, but it worked for her.
I wouldn't be surprised if Kelly wanted to keep Idol's hands off her music. They used her music in that awful dance show this summer.
The one girl had her ticket to Hollywood and the other was ragging on her saying she can sing better than Carrie Underwood. ROFLMAO!!!
I can sing better than Carrie, too -- in the shower with nobody listening except my cat and dogs, and they're not snitching on me.
Tonight, no one really grabbed me talent wise, but the 16-year-old twins were cute and pretty good. The dental assistant was pretty good, too, but she needs to ditch the tongue stud. Barf!
OK. Now let's get down to the real business. What eeeevil lurks in the hearts of Randy and Paula to pass that last exeedingly weird dude through to Hollywood? I don't think there's any question the dude is on drugs -- maybe prescribed by a doc, maybe not. He's tall, very thin, unkempt (to be charitable), and wired like he just took 20 uppers with a swig of happy juice. I mean, he may as well have worn a sign saying, "I do drugs." Besides that, he can't sing his way out of a paper bag.
Aside from bedeviling Simon, what on earth were Paula and Randy thinking? Once the dude gets to Hollywood, he'll be right at home among the scuzzbags on Hollywood Blvd., but he may never find his way back home. Simon sure is not going to adopt him.
I just can't let this post go by without commenting on -- what was her name? -- Crystal. Seventeen years old, tanned crispy-er than a Scandinavian tourist on Santa Monica Beach, and with all the charm, looks and attitude of 40-year-old hooker who's been ridden hard and put away...well, you get it. The girl is about as intelligent as an amoeba. Her mom, who might really be a 40-year-old hooker, is even dumber. Let's hope mom doesn't have any more kids at home.
Actually, I think I did the amoeba an injustice.