Twaining Day: AI 9 Top 6 Shania Night Recap
At least once every American Idol season, disaster strikes…well, at least one that effects me. My DVR always shits the bed and I discover this upon arriving home after the show is finished. And then I have to scurry around the internet trying to piece together chunks (Thanks, Rickey!) or find a live stream. But the magic is lost and it is never as enjoyable as me sprawled on my sofa in front of the TV, Oskar roaming around, camera beside me, Macbook on my lap…
Alas. Shit happens. And sadly, tonight’s pimp spot goes to this season’s resident screecher, Siobhan Magnus. But I guess if you’re doing a night where Shania Twain provides the songbook & mentoring duties, its going to have to be when there’s only six contestants left, as you might only be able to name six Shania Twain songs if asked. Although I will admit a couple of things — I totally owned The Woman In Me and I watched the Biography on Shania Twain a couple of years back and after those two hours, I had a new found respect and admiration for the determined Canadian gal who got to where she is by actually working very, very, very hard and supporting her siblings along the way.
Shania is gorgeous. Still is. So it pains me that she appears to be trying for a Jackie Collins sort of look. And hey, I love Jackie and worship her sister Joan Collins, but you know, Shania…I thought the ridiculous crushed velvet and sequins were left firmly where they belong in 1998.
Lee DeWyze
Still The One
Lee gets an automatic 50-point deduction for choosing Twain’s worst song. Still The One is the staple of every horrible wedding you’ve ever been to. It’s the staple first dance of anyone who gets married and lacks a personality or soul. It’s a grating song, so its not like soulless people getting married ruined it, a la Etta James’ At Last, but Still The One screams David’s Bridal bridesmaid gowns awash in pukey soulless-lavender pathos as their wearers get teary eyed because not only are their dresses and updos too tight, but their friend is getting married and they are not. So they toss back yet another white zinfindel in that nondescript function hall somewhere off Highway K in St. Charles, MO.
If you’re still reading and I haven’t offended you because I described your wedding reception, let’s check out the rest. Lee DeWyze is David Cook lite with an odd, Danny Gokey twist. Perhaps its the looks or the register? While Lee entertains me every week because he always looks miserable and as if he is about to blow chunks, there has been nary a shred of evidence leading one to believe this guy could be a huge star. Lee’s performances are nearly always pitchy. When he goes for that gutteral sound, it almost seems a bit forced, and he tends to spin out of control into goat vibrato territory before recovering. It’s not terrible, as in some ways, its an improvement over a horrible song, but does it reach out and grab you?
David Cook may not be much different from any generic pop-rock singer out there, only time will tell. But its odd when I listen to Lee and think to myself, what would this sound like if David Cook sang it? Randy kicks things off by telling Lee Still The One is one of his all-time favorite songs. Why oh why does this not surprise me? In Randy’s world, an obscure artist is Lisa Lisa (and the Cult Jam). Randy also gets to say pitchy, and then tell Lee that he made it his own. Ellen digs him and tells him he couldn’t look cuter because this just enhances her friendly-lesbian cred across the U. S. of A. Kara DioGuardi tries to create a moment for herself by referencing just how far we’ve come, and once again, Simon simply dials it him by offering him any opinion of real substance.
Michael Lynche
It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing
Big Mike is a technically-gifted performer, so its difficult not to just wish he would do something genius. But he’s also a bit of a cheeseball, a friendly chap, no doubt, but somewhat hammy and given his Idol performances, a bit lackluster when it comes to displaying any definitive sign of originality. Shania sort of tells him the same thing, but…in her nice little Shania way, of course.
I’m not familiar with the song, but it fits Big Mike quite well. It fits nicely with his R&B tendencies, and I don’t totally hate it. But there’s just always something missing? And that something missing cannot be cured by a nearly spot-on falsetto. (Yo. Who is Shania’s blond friend?) Randy, naturally, because he likes putting people in boxes, thinks Lynche has found his vibe or something. Big Mike reminds Ellen of Luther Vandross, causing me to wonder whether or not anyone ever tells a white guy he reminds them of Luther Vandross…of course, I was thinking he was a big Vandrosstic during his performance. Kara utters out some scripted shit about Shania connecting with the music, still trying for her moment. Simon thinks he was wet. And girlish or something. Simon associates wet with girly. I could go there, but…
Shania cried a little big when Big Mike sang. It is interesting to note Lynche’s vocals seem to have garnered enthusiasm from several of this year’s mentors, including Twain and Adam Lambert.
Casey James
Don’t
Another song I’m not quite familiar with, but Casey admits he didn’t show anyone anything new last week. I don’t know if this is different per se, and it gets a little goat-like here and there, but it may be the most distinct and genuinely moving performance thus far. I feels a bit heartfelt, in fact. It was…good! Give Casey James more songs about breakups. And then release some of that body from his flaxen locks o’ Texas.
Randy says he has something new in his wheelhouse. Randy got that word from his word-of-the-day desktop calendar last fall. Randy thinks it was his best performance so far.
Artists don’t hide the good, the bad, the ugly. They show it all.
Kara. Shut up. Quit trying to make fetch happen! Jesus christ, can you imagine spending an evening in a contained space with Tyra Banks and Kara DioGuardi? That just crossed my mind for whatever reason, anyway…Simon agrees with Randy about it being Casey’s best performance. He even tells Casey to go down and kiss Shania. That’s my boy, Simon. Turn the knife a little deeper in the back of the bitch sitting next to you. PAULA SITS THERE DAMMIT.
Crystal Bowersox
No One Needs To Know
Crystal has been a fan of Shania since childhood, which is really not shocking, given Shania’s astounding success and songwriting/guitar-strumming prowess. Obviously, Crystal had Shania sign her guitar, most likely with one of those XXXXXXXL Sharpies over Miley Cyrus’ signature. Its safe to assume Crystal has a very diverse musical taste, given that she’s an actual musician. Of course, only two of the remaining contestants have not played instruments on the show, so I guess the others might be kind of musician-like, too.
Crystal is wearing a mini-dress, which leads me to believe Idol is trying to sex Crystal up. Seacrest is kind of douchey and references Shania’s big shiny white teeth to Crystal when she speaks highly about her glowing aura. I would like to believe Seacrest is a douche, but I think he just might say things without thinking. We also learn Crystal has a boyfriend she wants to man-up and give her a ring one day. Oh honey, as long as you don’t wear David’s Bridal.
Shania is big on getting the contestants to think about how the song applies to their lives. This makes me like Shania a little bit more, as this is the single most important element in any sort of performance.
Crystal’s take one of Shania’s fluffiest of hits is cutesy in its own little Crystal Bowersox way. Flanked by four musicians, she also benefits from not having the atrocious backup singers. The judges think she’s good, but…its not their favorite performance. Crystal talks over Kara, which I would typically advocate, but it kind of rubs me kind of the wrong way because she describes her other performances as being big and that this one was not. Bigger isn’t always bigger. Sure, I wholeheartedly agree with her, but you know…hell, I don’t know. Are they tearing her down a bit to “shake up” the competition? Simon says she has a lack of conviction this week and talks about a coffee shop. Yeah. I think that’s what they’re trying to do, make Crystal seem semi-vulnerable. Yawn. Damn. My lack of Tivo made it impossible for me to get a decent shot of her boyfriend’s t-shirt which may be one of the most subtly witty and endearing calls to action I have ever witnessed in the Idol studio audience.
Aaron Kelly
It’s In The Way
The longer Aaron survives in the competition, the more everyone hates him. This makes me feel bad for Aaron for whatever reason, because no matter how trite his song choices may be, or how amusing it his to watch him circle the microphone around his mouth while singing, I still can’t hate on this kid. It would be like kicking a defenseless puppy dog. Aaron delivers a decent vocal on a very-Aaron song. He is adept at phrasing and all that good stuff.
Randy says wheelhouse again. That desktop calendar is really expanding his horizons. Ellen talks about how its going to be really hard this week, you know, to send anyone home. Because everyone assumes Aaron will be going home, and hey, sixth place wouldn’t be a bad finish for the now-17-year-old kid. He also changed the words in the song so they wouldn’t say make love because he was dedicating it to his mom. AWWWWWW…The judges universally praise him, as to lull his fans into a false sense of security so we all wave him adieu tomorrow evening.
Siobhan Magnus
Any Man of Mine
Taking one of Shania’s biggest hits, Siobhan starts off decent, granted she’s wearing a shredded up Laura Ashley bedspread, it kind of works. Towards the middle, however, after she did some lap around the audience, Siobhan basically drives off a cliff. The arrangement is terrible and she starts going in and out of pitch. Oh. And the last 20 seconds were pure screeching. At one point, she sounded exactly like Adam Lambert, and I likely noticed this because I was typing in another window. What the hell, Siobhan? That could have been an almost-enjoyable song and then you had to screech in a song which was never meant for such vocal theatrics, regardless of how you arrange it. What was the point? Because you could? And then when she recovers, still looking like a crazed medieval beast who just pillaged your serfdom and feasted on your babies, she launches into yet MORE vocal gymnastics. I half expect her head to spin around as she spews projectile green vomit upon the backup singers, the judges and Seacrest.
Randy thinks its awesome. Because Randy would think such a cacophony of village ravaging is as awesome as Journey, Gladys Knight and Mariah all rolled up into one. Especially because she’s dressed all punk-country.
Way to pull the Shania Twain into the station.
Ellen, that was stupid. But I kind of smiled. I have no idea why, but I did.
GUESS WHO’S BACK???
Kara, why can’t the spirits from the Indian burial ground underneath your house trap you in the static of my TV forever?
Oh, Siobhan, I am trying so damn hard to like you. I want to, I really, really do. Can’t you just stop screeching? Hey, at least Simon mentioned it. Someone needed to, because really, sweetheart. It was that bad.
Bottom 3? Might be tough this week, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say:
Lee DeWyze
Michael Lynche
Aaron Kelly
Going home? Aaron or Big Mike. Neither one of them were bad, but only 6 contestants remain. Of course, Casey James’ wavy hair could signal the end of days for him, too — keeping up with the tradition of Idol’s resident long-haired skeeve Constantine Maroulis. Hey, I said he should have laid off on scrunching his natural curls.
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