I’ve been wrong all season about who will stay and who will leave American Idol, so I’ll just climb out on a limb and flat out state that Syesha Mercado will get the axe this week.
I was thinking that I had gleaned the intentions of America’s voters last week. Syesha has been a weekly low vote getter and now she’s isolated in the final four, where there are three high vote getters. (Very scientifically precise terminology, I know.) She should have no problem being eliminated this week no matter how well she does on the stage.
This week is Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame week, which means the producers couldn’t find a “guest mentor” who was cheap enough or who wanted to promote a new album. So, there will be performances tomorrow night by a couple of fill-in acts: former Idol Bo Bice and Maroon 5. Otherwise, contestants will get to choose songs from the most overplayed famous songs in the history of rock ‘n’ roll.
The Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame is in Cleveland, which means that we’ll probably get to see some “scenery” from The Mistake by the Lake. Big whoop!
This should be David Cook‘s night, being the premier rocker in the bunch. Look for another weak performance by Jason Castro. Those have come to be the norm for college dorm sing-along boy. David Archuleta, who can do no wrong by the pre-nubiles, will sing a couple of songs that will sound like every other song he has sung, and he’ll forget to obey Lord Lloyd-Weber about keeping his eyes open, yet he’ll get the most votes. Bringing up the rear (and it’s a mighty fine one), Syesha will sing her guts out but to no avail—her fan contingent is just too small, the demographic being males over 25, of which I think I’m the only one left. Alas, she’s gone before the first note is sung.
Sadly, Jason, who should have been gone weeks ago, threatens to become the Sanjaya of this year’s competition, and we’ll have to put up with him for yet another week. Then it will be down to the final two, which I hope will be Archuleta and Cook. But stranger things have happened. The folks who gave you Taylor Hicks might conspire to put Jason in the final.
Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
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This is a safe choice for Boring David. I wish he’d take a chance and rock.
This is thrilling the little girls.
And I predict the judges will dig it.
Stand By Me sounds like everything else he sings. And his eyes are closed.
I predict Simon will not be as high on it as the other judges though.
He belongs in Junior Mariachi Marching Band.
YOU PREDICT….HAHHAHHAHA
Oooh, he sang it to all the “beautiful girls.”
I’m telling you—Randy has a thing for Archuleta. I think he wants to do the pederasty number on him.
Paula is irrelevant.
And how did you really feel Randy?
WAS he communicating with his eyes? I thought they were closed.
Simon speaks the truth.
Randy wore his orange guitar shirt tonight just to get David.
Is Randy gay?
I think Seacrest wants some Archuleta poontang, too, from the looks of it.
I notice that the judges don’t have to hold their comments until after the performers have sung twice tonight. Too much confusion for dear Paula!
I don’t know anything about Randy’s sexual preference. I only know that he digs Archuleta.
So there’ll be a double-date after the show. Randy and Archuleta; Paula and David Cook.
I want David Cook to sing a hardass rock number next.
I wanna hear some rock and roll! I’m tired of this slow songs.
And I just have to say again, Clapton’s version of I Shot the Sheriff is one of the lamest “rock” tunes ever recorded. Clapton slept his way through it. He was great with Cream but ever since, the most overrated guitarist EVER. What a snoozefest. Technically there but no passion. I don’t get why so many think he’s God.
Why–
Artificially Sweetened?
Wow–Cook is taking a chance! This I gotta see.
I think I must have tuned into CSI:New York.
Okay, kick it out soon!
Why the hell is the audience clapping during the slow, tacit part?
This sucks. The tempo is way too slow.
He didn’t have enough time to make the most of that Who number.
I don’t get Artificially Sweetened, Turkey. Could you enlighten me?
He did fine with that one.
I did not like his version and disagree with everybody here.
My girlfriend’s blog responding pseudonym is Artificially Sweetened, inasmuch as she was a chemist with Nutrasweet.
That is what I like about you: you’re so disagreeable.
LOOK!!!! It’s Ashton Kutcher!!!!
I’m gay! I’m gay!
Can’t wait for Fox News at 10 to see the teen roller skating war!
I know they play Beethoven’s 9th at my Lowe’s, too.
I thought he Ashton dug Demi.
I think your girlfriend is authentically sweet!
Get Jason’s Marley number from iTunes!
Cool tune. She may do a good job with this.
Are we going to get the Whitney/Tina version of Sam Cooke?
I like the dress, but there’s no replacement for Sam Cooke.
If she is voted off and Jason stays, there is no justice.
Her version is not doing much for me though. She’s holding some of those notes too long and it’s not necessary.
Thumbs down.
Sam died in 1964, long before the birth of Syesha. But she did a job on this one…trying to save her ass another week. I hope she did!
Yeah…what Randy said.
Bring us back to earth, Simon.
Right on, Randy! We are on the same page.
Come on, Paula. Breathe in some reality. Pul-leeze.
Simon says but I don’t think so.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Well, she turned a great song into an opportunity to show off her acrobatic abilities vocally. I don’t doubt that she’s genuine in her emotion but she doesn’t get it. She doesn’t get that the drama is in the lyics and heartfelt emotion, not in vocally showing off what you can do.
It was better than what Randy said, but I can’t hear anybody but Sam Cooke doing it.
Now, we’re going to do Mr. Tambourine Man. He’s going to do it through the nose like Bobby Zimmerman, and forget the words, too.
GOODBYE JASON!!!!
He sounds like Arlo Guthrie doing Dylan. He just forgot the lyrics! Uh-oh.
If he can’t remember “jingle jangle morning” he’s in trouble.
Turkey, Jason is going home tomorrow!
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