First of all, I couldn't be happier that the two Davids faced off in the Idol finale. Archey is "an angel" (per the great Michael Johns) and Cook is just nothing less of what an Idol rocker should be like. It could have gone either way, I really wouldn't give a damn. But the fact that we finally get to call a scruffy lookin', les paul bangin', crossword lovin', rockstar our American Idol, is what truly gives me chills.
Thanks Rickey.
Completely contrary to that psuedo rockstar that I once fell for in Season 4. Constantine Maroulis has got this big voice that desperately wanted to rock out but just NEVER really cut the mustard. Let me tell you though that his version of "Hard to Handle" excited my panties, but other than that, I think he's got the gayest vibrato the show has ever heard (think sistah Danny Noriega from earlier this year). OK, you can probably tell that I'm hating on the self-proclaimed rocker by now. Well, guess what. This soapstar wannabe mustered up the guts to proclaim his impressive "gaydar" (which isn't all that superior than mine) when he exclaimed in convincing fashion that little David is heading the 3rd sex direction. Well alright, the kid's got Mariah hands when he's talking and performing, but what the fuck! He's 17!!! I know it's only one year junior of legal age, and in the normal world 17ers already know if they're straight or not. But when you're from the Mormon state and you've got this beret-wearing dad who seems to be your life's puppeteer, then it's completely different! OMG Constantine, you're such an idiot, I can't even explain it.
But anyway... As much as I am head-over-heels in love with David Cook, I really really wished Archuleta won. Simply because I wanted him to be secured of at least some decent success after this. Truth be told, big David doesn't need all the Idol hype you get from winning this reality show juggernut. He's a bonafide rockstar and producers have been drooling over him ever since hearing that emo version of the stalkers' hymn. He didn't need to win it as much as Archey did. The youngster has got this one heck of a voice yet one can argue that he can be challenging to market. (Unless he, all of a sudden, becomes a Jonas brother.) Plus, history shows that runners-up haven't really made it gold as far as sales go, I mean, unless your last name is Daughtry or Aiken (and thank God it wasn't Aiken). But I'm pretty sure this won't be the last time I'll be seeing him (Christmas in the White House, anyone?). I just really hope that the kid gets rewarded a whopping record deal because he deserves it just as much as the winner.
In other news (aka how about you Kai?)...
- I'm gonna be jobless in about 9 days.
- I'm gonna miss my babies soooo much, I want to die!
- I'm going to Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and San Diego for a well-deserved vacay!
- And I'm willing to sell my soul just to get FOUR tickets to the American Idol tour.
Stories about the above-mentioned topics soon...and by soon I mean, um, like in two weeks. ;-)
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