Well, I have to get you people off that other silly post, don’t I?
This has nothing to do with American Idol. I just love Joshua Jackson. PACEY CON!
Nigel Lythgoe might be returning as Idol’s executive producer! Who was that idiot who took his place? Something Warwick? Produced pageants and the ilk? Anyway, say what you will about Lythgoe, who may or may not be a prick (homophobic or otherwise), Idol was kind of more entertaining with him on it. Looks like they’re pulling out all the stops to save the show, sans begging Simon & Paula to come back or voiding the contracts of Kara DioGuardi and (sorry, Ellen!) Ellen DeGeneres. I mean, even though Randy Jackson is as useless as tits on a bull, he’s kind of…nostalgic at this point in Idol’s sad existence.
Speaking of Idol’s sad existence, the Ruben Studdard-Clay Aiken tour (Cluben!) has begun. This should be a warning to any little boy who wants to try out for American Idol. DO YOU WANT THIS TO HAPPEN TO YOU? Sadly, the video has been removed before I was able to watch it. If someone gets me a copy, I will provide full face-palming commentary.
UPDATED! (Thank you Jim! And H20Convo!) WHY IS THE FIRST THING I SEE…CLAY AIKEN GRABBING HIS CROTCH?
Meanwhile, on the current American Idol tour, Michael Lynche, Casey James, and Andrew Garcia continue to stuff sandwiches down their throats late at night. This time, Lee DeWyze makes a guest appearance. And what were the sandwiches they so enjoyed on July 24th? CHIK-FIL-A.
The Huffington Post’s Melody Breyer-Grell wrote that Adam Lambert is having an identity crisis, even though 85% of the article humped his leg effusively. (Breyer-Grell is mostly spot on in her assessment of Lambert’s career, and she is clearly someone who truly admires his talent. The article was HONEST.) Naturally, 85% is not good enough for the most ardent of Lambert fans. Uh oh…Did somebody say CHIK-FIL-A?
I find the need to mention Adam’s sexuality in an article about his talent offensive. I have done my Adam Lambert research, in fact I have written a book and many articles about Mr. Lambert. Adam does not suffer from an identity crisis. What you are looking for is simplicity in a complex person. Adam may be the boy next door in an interview, but he is the sexually provocative, thrusting, grinding, and testosterone laden Alpha male on stage. He is multifaceted and is always true to himself. There is absolutely nothing about Adam Lambert that is not genuine. The fans at his sold out tour venues will not agree with your assessment of his authenticity. Lambert is a man driven by his desire to make an artistic statement. Adam’s artistry encompasses his style, staging, and his ability to enrich every lyric with emotion. He is arguably the most gifted vocalist of his generation and a capable dancer. Why should any great artist limit their means of expressing themselves other than by the boundaries of their capability? Adam should sing whatever he wants to sing and I will go to his concerts and buy his album.
Kris Allen was in San Diego. He sang some songs during two sold-out shows at Anthology. Here is a video of Falling Slowly so you people get off the previous Idol Quickies thread. (Courtesy of SnapCracklyPop)
David Cook had breakfast with his father and brother yesterday. If you too, had breakfast on Sunday, you are likely destined to marry David Cook.
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Is everyone ready for tonight’s season premiere of Mad Men? Watch the show with your fellow fans tonight at 10pm EST! (You can start commenting now, too, since I know you are all SUPER EXCITED.)
You know what might get things going? Time Magazine’s 10 Questions for Jon Hamm!
CDBNYC went to Newark for the Idols show. Along for the ride were Kodachrome621 and GloriaGloria. If you haven’t gone to a concert with them before, you really should put this on your bucket list. (I’m one of the lucky ones.)
If you’re wondering why the hell they went to Newark to see the likes of your cousin Phil DeWheezy and Drunk Benami sing songs sung better by other people, its because they took advantage of that LiveNation deal offering up seats for $10 and could see the amusement in getting drunk in Newark for an Idols show.
Why was I at the American Idol Season 9 tour, you ask? Sigh. I guess the time has come to admit it. I’m madly in love with Andrew Garcia. Totally butt-crazy in love with him, you might even say. Yes, I know he’s married and has an adorable little child, but I just can’t shake the feeling that we’re meant to be together. Andrew, I really want to love you forever. You’re not just caught in a hit and run.
…or the tickets were cheap, and I thought it would be amusing to go.
We came to Newark fully armed for the AI tour experience. Our arsenal included three Phil Dweezy pins (we may be ambivalent about Lee DeWyze, but we loooooooove Phil Dweezy), one “I <3 Tim” pin, one “BOW-ER-SOX” pin, one “I’m just here for the music” pin (everyone should buy a $10 pinmaker – seriously awesome investment), and copious amounts of alcohol. We did not acquire any more pins while at the Prudential Center. We did, however, acquire quite a lot more beer.
We began our evening in the third-to-last row of the arena. It was a looooooong way away. I’m pretty sure Didi performed while we were up there. I couldn’t tell you for sure, though. They might have just been playing the background music from an episode of Gilmore Girls while some blond crew member wandered around. Andrew Garcia definitely performed. He sang all of “Straight Up” standing way at the back of the stage. Maybe he was afraid to get too close to the audience? I don’t blame him – people are pretty angry about what he did to “Genie In A Bottle.”
They let us move about 10 rows forward at that point. Things were much improved. And they began to look up musically, as well! Katie Stevens doesn’t have much personality, but at least she has energy and a decent belt. Girl was working HARD to get that audience engaged, and I appreciate that. She will be a valued member of her college drama department and/or a cappella group.
Tim Urban. Oh, Tim Urban. I love you. I was wearing a pin that proclaimed my love for you. But darling? Out of a group of people who can’t really sing, you can’t really sing the most. Your Goo Goo Dolls song was painful. (You should have sung Iris. I hate Iris with a violent passion, but that would at least have been funny. To me.) Viva La Vida was significantly better. But why no slide, Tim? Why no goofiness? And most importantly, WHY THE FLAT IRONING? It turned your luscious 70s teen idol locks into boring emo hipster hair. It robbed you of your powers. It made me sad. Don’t do that again, okay? And give up on the music thing and get a job on a CW show. You’d be perfect for 7th Heaven v.2.
Siobhan needs a band. She’s out there in her goth milkmaid costume, with her eerie intro music and her piercing wails, and there’s no one for her to interact with. She needs more bodies on stage. And they need to not make her sing Spiderwebs. It’s a fun song, but it ain’t a Siobhan song.
High School Student Aaron Kelly? Was awesome. Who knew? He’s totally viable as a country artist. (I say, as someone who doesn’t really listen to country music.) His vocals were strong, his song choices were good (though the Lonestar version of Walking In Memphis lacks the punch of the original), his energy was high, he filled a large arena. Good for you, High School Student Aaron Kelly! Go be Country Bieber, with less annoying hair! Godspeed!
Performers 10-5 sang The Climb. It should have been Party In The USA.
At intermission, the drinking continued. As did the ticket upgrades. A truly awesome friend gave us some extra tickets for the first tier, just above the floor. So much closer! People were actually getting into the show down on this level! Standing up? Eh, not so much. But definitely reacting more audibly. So that was fun.
Mike Lynch’s set was like molasses. Sooooooooooo sloooooooooow. He went down on one knee at some point. Mike, the Prudential Center doesn’t want to marry you. Really. Please don’t propose to us, it’ll just be embarassing for all involved. Oh, and never rap again, okay? Glad we sorted that out. Casey’s set (with the exception of that damn Don Juan De Marco song, which we’ll lump in with Mike’s set as the same critiques apply) was fun. That boy can certainly play guitar. Vocals were pretty good, too, although he’s still majorly lacking in stage presence. Again, song choice. Important. And well done. Good luck with southern rock, Casey – it suits you.
Crystal Bowersox should have been at Lilith Fair. But I’m glad she was here. Because there’s no way I’m going to Lilith Fair (just can’t deal with that many female singers at once - I’m trying to conquer my musical misogyny, really I am), and I was very very happy to see Crystal live. She’s great. She just tears into her songs with energy and passion and skill, and brings the audience along with her. I haven’t wailed “What’s Up” that loudly since 8th grade.
And then there was Lee. The audience loved Lee. There were more puffy paint shirts for him than for anyone else. There were women of all ages carrying his photo around. He’s clearly the heartthrob of the season. (But…Tim!) To be fair, Lee stayed pretty much on key throughout, which is far more than he managed on 90% of his AI performances. But his arrangements are odd (he made Beautiful Day sound like Free Fallin’, and turned Hallelujah into a headbanger), his vocals make almost everything sound like Creed (you know what the world needs? More Creed!), and he sang Use Somebody. So, no. I’m sorry, Lee. But you are not for me.
Then they all sang It’s My Life/My Life Would Suck Without You. A beautiful medley built around the theme “Songs Performed On Glee.” Honestly, after watching them perform this on Good Morning America, I devoted a full hour of my life to memorizing the lyrics to My Life Would Suck Without You, so I could sing along loudly enough to drown out the actual singers. This proved not to be strictly necessary – they sounded totally okay. But I learned those Kelly Clarkson lyrics, and I used them, damn it.
We stopped briefly at the barricades on our way out. There were a lot of people there. I’m not sure why, but I choose to believe that the draw was Jim Cantiello, who was interviewing fans. I mean, those people weren’t really there for Didi Benami, were they?
All in all, it was a good time. Due, for the most part, to the company and the alcohol, rather than the singers, but hey, whatever. And I seem to have developed a taste for the ridiculous (provided it comes at a low price). I’m totally seeing if I can score cheap tickets to the NYC stop of the Ruben/Clay tour.
I’ve heard they do a medley where Ruben sings Tik Tok and Clay sings Baby Got Back. How can I miss that?
Idol Quickies? Who needs them. We’re only 4 days away from the Season 4 premiere of Mad Men. It’s been a veritable Hammutopia!
Watch Jon Hamm be hilariously charming and self-depreciating on Jimmy Kimmel. (AND there is a clip from Sunday’s premiere!) How many other men can make a winning joke referencing Calvin fraking Coolidge? THERE IS NOTHING THIS MAN CANNOT DO.
Jon Hamm will also be on an upcoming episode of The Simpsons. But in all actuality, I’ve come up with the perfect vehicle for Hamm. He needs to do something with Isaiah Mustafa (aka Old Spice Guy). I’m not really sure what, as I’m not sure they really need to do anything. I would watch a live stream of them painting a fence. I would watch it just as raptly as I did Inception. (Side note: Inception is fraking sick. If you see another movie before you see Inception, you suck at life.)
The only way to fight Glam is with Hamm, bitches. I sat through the ridiculous The Day The Earth Stood Still remake because Jon Hamm was in it. It’s not like I paid-paid for it. It was on HBO. Don’t watch it. He dies. HE DIES SAVING THAT RAT BASTARD CHILD JADEN SMITH. Every copy of that movie should be burned. I would rather watch Gigli than see Jon Hamm die for that RAT BASTARD CHILD JADEN SMITH. Jesus christ, this is the man whose voice makes me not curse out Comcast when I’m on the phone with them, because I tell myself I must be nice while thinking about that voice soothing me into Xfinity submission.
Oh, how many Imp of Hades clones must we endure! Our northern neighbors gave us Justin Bieber, and now they’ve given us Jacob. (I translated it. With Google’s help, of course.) Jesus Christ, Canada…what the hell did anyone ever do to you?
This young Canadian may become great… In the meantime, we could not resist noting his uncanny resemblance to young star Justin Bieber. Indeed, his new video “So Young”, posted a few days immediately reminds the world of Bieber. Juvenile love, angel voice, cap and fuse, it has all the trappings with the salient feature of singing in French.
Quebec native Jacob sings in French-Canadian, but otherwise, he’s pretty much The Moppet of Beelzebub Part Deux. A fabulous French co-worker of mine sent this to me because naturally, people think of me when they see things of this nature. It probably also did not help that my department decorated my entire cube in Justin Bieber, Twilight and John Mayer for my birthday.
I keep thinking Karl Wolf is Vanilla Ice, but he’s not. He’s Karl Wolf. I’m not sure who that is, but its good Jacob has someone to drive him around as he’s too young to get behind a wheel.
This video also features a yellow sports car. Yellow cars must die. I hate yellow cars. Canada, why are you torturing the world with your midget boychildren and their floppy hair?
Yes! Thursday’s late night sandwich party happened. And I waited to post. I apologize. Here is Big Mike and a deli counter and Casey James dressed in funny pajamas or something.
But he did not want to disappoint! ROUND 2! Bologna, pastrami, black pepper and LOVE.
I do worry about Big Mike’s caloric intake. He’s a big dude. He might need to be careful.
American Idol wants us to believe 20,000 people are auditioning in Nashville this weekend. Nashville, being the music capital of the American South, well, this will likely be their most hit-up stop, but…20,000 people still want to be on this show?
Former Idol contestant Alex Lambert and current If I Had a Dream resident went to the Playboy Mansion. And he’s gonna write with Cisco Adler, who is best known for dating Mischa Barton AND hanging out with infamous America’s Next Top Model finalist, Lisa. Now what I don’t get is…I thought these people were forced to move out when they got jobs. And they seem to be getting a lot of jobs, even that terribly untalented Justin Gaston person. So why are they still in the house?
The Town (aka The Movie TopIdol Might Have Waited For Her Entire Life) trailer is here! And it looks gooooood!
In college, I really loved Ben Affleck. I still have a special little place in my cold dark heart for him, although he’s pretty much 50% to blame for those damned portmanteaus people insist on using for celebrity couples. I was lucky enough to watch some of the filming of The Town when it was in my neighborhood last September. I always bitched about the fact I never saw any filming of The Departed, or any other quality movie shot in these parts, but clearly I should have known I would one day be rewarded. Jon Hamm and Ben Affleck showing up behind my apartment one Saturday afternoon?
Right now is prime Jon Hamm season! Season 4 of Mad Men premieres a week from Sunday! He’s on the cover of August’s W Magazine! And Howl, the biopic about Beat poet Allan Ginsberg starring James Franco and Hamm as his attorney, is also coming out this fall! It’s the Season of Hamm and I love it.
Ok. One more. Just because I had to…
Oh yes. It HAS been awhile. But last week, my DVR did not work and I swear I was going to recap the SYTYCD madness, especially when I heard about poor Adechike getting his ass handed to him by that hater Mia Michaels.
So let’s try this again, shall we? I’ll start off by wondering, for the 5500th time, why this show must continue to be two hours. Unless The Goddess Cat Deeley is going to do a dress change for the second hour and I get to see my Sonya Tayeh more than once or twice, this shit is almost UNBEARABLE without hearing the shrill wail of the Hot Tamale Train’s lone conductor.
Alex Wong is gone and this makes me sad. I loved watching him dance. He had surgery. I hope he can dance again. I hope they’ve given him the good pills. And we may be down another one! One of the only two girls left, Ashley, seems to be injured. Oh noes! And Mia Michaels is dressed like Linda Richman going to Sunday brunch at the Forest Hills Jewish Center.
For one dance, they drew “random” all-stars. Somehow this doesn’t seem very random because why the hell isn’t Kent dancing salsa with Pasha. But Billy is dancing with some girl in a macrame slut dress. Jose received the gold star, which means he can dance with Dominic, one of the male characters one can choose when playing Dance Dance Revolution that’s inexplicably come to life from his animated form.
Mark Kanemura & Lauren Froderman
Tahitian
Jungle — Lost Voices
In the show’s first-ever Tahitian dance, Lauren (the girl who owns the macrame slut dress) gets to dance with everyone — and Lady Gaga’s — favorite, Mark Kanemura. Mark is from Hawaii, which is also a Pacific island where people dance in grass appendages, so this really doesn’t seem all that random to me. At first, I am frightened it will be akin to the somewhat culturally-insensitive ice dancing routines from those Olympics that happened a few months back.
They shook their asses, and their hips, and they wore native Tahitian costumes. I guess it was good. It made me want poi. Ok, not really, but I do wonder how long it took to Sharpie-on that mock-tribal tattoo on Mark’s delightful pectoral region. The judges have no clue how to judge it technically and Mia Michael says it was like a duck in heat. She has a duck in heat in her backyard right now. She likes ducks.
Anya Garnis & Adechike Torbert
Salsa
Oyelo Que Te Conviene — Eddie Palmieri
This is a traditional competitive salsa, but with more oomph. I’m pulling for Adechike because he’s got the cute nice guy thing going for him, his name kind of sounds like Ade, and I don’t like Mia Michaels hating on him when he does not deserve it. They really have it in for poor Adechike, as tonight he is forced to wear NEON LEMON LIME TRIM. The routine is one of the toughest Salsa numbers I’ve ever laid eyes on. Adechike was certainly up to the challenge. The choreography was fraking NUTS. Contemporary dancer Adechike was more than up to the task, even if they forced both him and Anya to wear such hideous outfits.
Mia, of course, has difficulty saying she enjoyed herself and thinks it could have been really good if they had a couple more hours of rehearsal. She doesn’t like his hips. Sure there’s gonna be a couple of bumps, but she would have found them if they had danced absolutely flawlessly. Why does she hate Adechike so much? Hip Hop Hooray Jose could have done that routine, been totally out of his element, and she would have heaped endless praise on he and his cornrows.
Courtney Galiano & Jose Ruiz
Broadway
Mister Cellophane (Chicago) – John C. Reilly
Joey Dowling Broadway routines are much easier to take than Tyce DiOrio Broadway routines, if only for the fact I know I won’t be listening to Ding Ding Ding Went The Trolley. This is a fact. Its about a stagehand loving a showgirl from afar and the music is Mister Cellophane, from the film Chicago, performed by John C. Reilly in a scene that literally brought tears to my eyes. John C. Reilly. One of the most talented bastards of our time. I mean, Mister Cellophane AND Dr. Steve Brule?
I digress. Jose’s emotive faces remind me of a Michael Jackson impersonator being told the monkey they stole and named Bubbles was sent back to the Zoo. Dowling truly deserves credit. This routine is one that focuses almost solely on the contestant with the all-star in an actual supporting role. But the entire thing left me a little flat. Perhaps I was expecting more after the high-octane salsa routine as seen before the commercial break? This just was not that good.
Mia has difficulty cutting Jose down because he throws down the sad face. She would not have let that stop her if Adechike was throwing down his sad panda face!
Allison Holker & Robert Roldan
Contemporary — Travis Wall
Fix You — Coldplay
Travis Wall choreographed a contemporary routine about his mother having surgery. This is a slam dunk and I haven’t even seen it. This is like the dancing equivalent of that Sarah McLachlan for the ASPCA commercial (or Mia Michael’s gorgeous routine from the showcase episode at the beginning of the season). They also have the evening’s best outfits thus far, in a Gap and Gap Body kind of way.
I’m still waiting to see astounding contemporary dancing I have never seen before, but hey, the shit was good and a teary Travis Wall and Robert Roldan kind of get to me. And now I have a lump in my throat. Robert is also hot. Allison did the Hallelujah number with Alex Wong, didn’t she? She is THE go-to girl for heartfelt emotional tragic dancing.
You knew Mia was going to lose her shit because of everything she’s gone through with her mother’s recent passing. The lump in my throat is getting bigger and I’m fighting it, but all I have to say is that I REALLY hope Adechike gets a sick mother routine next week. Adam wants Travis Wall to get an Emmy nomination for that. Travis Wall, I’ve only seen him as a choreographer on this show but he is really something special, and I cannot remember a routine of his that did not work.
Anya Garnis & Billy Bell
Jive — Louis van Amstel
Paradise by the Dashboard Light — Meat Loaf
Billy Bell playing the strong confident man? TO MEATLOAF? Jesus Christ. This is Cha Cha Diagoria shit. (Ok…I guess its a jive so…hand jive…jive…) I’m trying to believe Billy as a horny bastard. It’s not going that well. I mean, it helps he has a cheaply-dressed blond Russian woman slapping his ass around a bit. It does, however, end up better than one would have originally thought.
So, jidges, you’ve really never heard the term SEX BOMB before? Feast your eyes on Tommy J!
Neil Haskell & Kent Boyd
Broadway — Tyce DiOrio
Shoeless Joe from Hannibal MO (Damn Yankees)
When I saw Tyce DiOrio sitting next to Louis van Beer, who was sitting next to Travis Wall, I just KNEW Tyce would be gracing us with his presence tonight. I AM curious to see how Tyce interprets baseball to an ancient classic Broadway song, but it just makes me want to watch Field of Dreams. I love Field of Dreams. Give me a sports movie any day over shit like Steel Magnolias. Have you ever seen The Rookie? Oh my fraking flying spaghetti monster. I sob for the last half hour of that thing, just as I do Field of Dreams. You give me any film with estranged fathers & sons and baseball and I’m a blubbering mess.
Again, I digress. That’s what happens when these shoes are too long and I’m forced to endure recap two hours of reality TV AND look at faux-dirty “old-time” SYTYCD baseball jerseys. The dance? Meh. The judges all loved it. I WANTED MORE DAMMIT MORE. I swear I had seen that routine before but they weren’t wearing baseball jerseys. They were on a rowboat. Or a trolley. NO! They were paperboys. That makes so much sense. Tyce DiOrio realized his destiny while watching Newsies as a kid.
I’m still trying to muddle through this and now it seems, judging by my Twitter feed, I’m missing Jon Hamm on the ESPYs. WHAT WAS I THINKING? DAMN YOU SYTYCD. DAMN YOU. And then I needed to get something to eat and oh screw it for now…
Michael Lynche ate a pastrami & pepper jack on potato bread after tonight’s show at Mohegan Sun. But I think he was out of salt & vinegar Pringles! So Cool Ranch Doritos were eaten on the side. Casey James joined him. Last night, Big Mike did not record any sandwich eating and I was sad. (Side note: I will never again touch Cool Ranch Doritos, as all Doritos are gross, but it reminds me of this idiot in my BM camp who gave herself the playa name Cool Ranch. I still refer to her as Frito Lay. She moved far away, so she is not camping with us this year. Fist pump.)
Big Mike and company were likely tired from their big day of performing and pranking sweet little puppy dog Aaron Kelly (aka Aar Bear). He did enjoy a midday sandwich, which made me feel better, but its not the same. It only counts at night.
Screw Idol. I can’t wait to see Inception this weekend. It’s really the only movie I’ve wanted to see all summer. Have you seen the online prequel comic The Cobol Job?
Glamberts are turning their wrath on the American Music Association again. They’re mad because Adam Lambert hasn’t been asked back to perform on this year’s AMA show, which is apparently in the planning stages. This is the part where I decide not to say anything because its unnecessary.
Kris Allen went to the Paul McCartney show. And his face melted. I have no idea whether he and his friends bought a ticket for that stuffed E.T.
Carrie Underwood. Still married. And guess what? I still don’t fraking care.
Sandwich Idol played Mohegan Sun last night. Tonight, they’re in New Hampshire. I suspect they may be near Boston in the next few days but I know I will not be attending, as no one I know in real life would go with me (I don’t blame them) and it would require me to drive. Although I am not an alcoholic, it would be impossible to sit through sober and I’m not driving drunk.
MTV TJ candidate Dan Chizzoniti told me I should really check out this Will Dailey guy. And I thought, why the hell not? We almost have the same middle name and everything.
But since @DanChiz is a brilliant young marketing mind, too, he also thought Will might work for a lot of people who like dudes-with-guitar music. Its slightly twangy, yet entirely inoffensive and not miring in douchey self-awareness like the sounds of John Mayer and Howie Day.
He’s also kind of cute in an Irish/British/Scottish-American Adrien Grenier kind of way.
I’m kind of digging it. What do you think?
Oh. You also best vote for @DanChiz to be MTV’s first “Twitter Jockey.” Dan is awesome, and if he wins, then he can hang out with Jim Cantiello and the giant cardboard Suri Cruise. You see, @DanChiz is a HUGE Suri fan, just like Jim. Therefore, I think they would make good co-workers.
