So the theme for last week was gay songs — I mean showtunes. Immediately my heart sank — I guess I’m just not that gay.
At this point in the master game, either you were there, riveted to the set, knowing who’s who (as in previous weeks) — or you could care less and have stumbled onto this page after doing a search for some sexy eyecandy. You dawg. (more…)
Ben Brantley of the New York Times really nailed it this morning when he explained why all the pop voices on Broadway sound like the American Idol contestants, and why that’s totally fucked up:
"Close your eyes and listen as their larynxes stretch and vibrate with the pain of being an underdog and the joy of being really loud. Bet you can’t tell them apart. … When it’s time for a big ballad on Broadway these days, theatergoers can pretend they are still in their living rooms, basking in the synthetic adrenaline glow of their favorite TV show.. (more…)
Well, Baby Drescher is gone. Mikalah Gordon just couldn’t sing in tune and made up for it with oceans and oceans of kooky-girl enthusiasm. I knew it was coming and had to agree — and yet — I was sort of sad to see her go. She added a fun sort of tranny sparkle to the show. And one can never have enough of that. (more…)
"Humankind cannot bear very much reality…" — T. S. Eliot
It wasn’t until this season’s debut of American Idol that I realized how morally spent I’d become post last year’s election. That debacle was a significant turning point for me. Within the mandala of my little brain it was the exact moment The Seal was opened and Western civilization began it’s final ghoulish descent. Being a sensible fellow I decided that I might as well revel in what little joy I could still suckle from American culture’s debauched tit — and just wallow in the fallout. Take my seat in steerage on the Ship of Fools. (more…)
It’s always the same question for the slew of hopefuls that flock to Amerika’s newest Mecca for Immortality: Is there life after American Idol? The most current answer would come from Fantasia Barrino whose debut album seems stalled somewhere between Never-Neverland and the zombie hell of doing a de rigeur duet with Kelly — ‘Idol On Her Tombstone‘ — Clarkson. But flash forward, please, and let’s consider the current season. Let’s ruminate upon Constantine Maroulis. Dubbed by the judges relentlessly as a "rocker," Constantine is living proof that there definitely is life before American Idol. Life with a hefty side of pluck — and cheese.
Yes, that’s our favorite little Seal-’n-Sting impersonator Living la Vida Loca on the whacky WB show Elimidate. Complete with the female show’s "prize" declaring that her night out at the disco with Consty and the boys felt "…like an orgy." (As opposed to Like A Virgin). But don’t take our word for it, there’s a whole video you can watch — again and again — before next Tuesday’s big Top 12 show. (I can’t wait!)
From USA Today "American Idol finalist Mario Vazquez, considered by some a leading contender to win the hit TV talent show, unexpectedly quit the competition on Sunday, citing personal reasons. He was replaced by Nikko Smith, who was ousted last Wednesday. No specific reason was given for Mario Vazquez’s decision to quit the Idol finals. (more…)
