Well the Standard Poodle was clearly ready for the bright lights but I was a little disappointed that the 13 inch Beagle failed to bring it’s A-game to the table when it counted most. On the hand, the Scottish Terrier was a pleasant surprise and . . . . oh, uh, that’s right, um, American Idol . . . . . well . . . .
Sorry. It’s THAT time of the year again for me. My Annual-Week-After-The-Super Bowl-Watch-The-Westminster-Dog-Show-With-Christine. There are some things in life you simply learn to accept and not question them. I like to think of it as practicing the self-management that I preach. But back to the matter at hand.
Another shameful week of create-drama-for-ratings. We are going to hear people SING this year, right? At some point, hopefully tomorrow night, Tatiana and her weepy melodrama (that I enjoy in some twisted way) and Nick/Norman (who is totally annoying) have to go home, yes?
Tonight the only person that really impressed me was – again – Danny Gokey. I LOVE this guy’s voice. He can sound smooth, gritty, soulful, go high, go loud, give you some vibrato – or not – and knows when to do all of those things.
It was obvious that the judges were considering a whole body of work because some of the performances were rather lame by people I thought were good. I’m happy about that because I think there may be a few gems out there – IF WE ACTUALLY GET TO HEAR THEM SING!
I was sad about Lanesha. I thought the little clip we saw was enough to get her through but apparently not. Hollywood Week always claims a few people who originally auditioned well. Speaking of which, the word is that David Osmond lost his voice due to laryngitis which explains his ouster last week. Bummer. I think that would have added an interesting subplot to the proceedings.
So tomorrow night, we finally see who our finalists are - at least the final 36. And if we don’t start getting some singing soon, I’m going to have to write about my girl Kara (another fabulous blouse tonight).
But the real question is: can Yes, the all-time winningest black standard poodle hold off a field of sharp competitors such as Conrad, the Puli with the dreads? Or will a toy dog be victorious?
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You were better off watching the REAL dogs!
I left about half way through as I am tired of the false drama Idol is promulgating. There's something dishonest somewhere that is becoming clear: if these judges truly know talent why can they not see through laryngitis (for which their too intensive hype is creating) and forgetting the words? They tell the novice performers that forgetting words is an automatic killer. Well, THAT sure is way to produce word forgetting. I would think if they let the contestants know that CREATIVITY gives points when well constructed during a words-forgetting moment would allow freedom and professionalism to show through rather than some artificial barometer. One can have no vocal talent at all and nail the words every time (am I thinking Tatiana here?).
They know good and well that Danny Osmond IS good! Lanesha IS good. But to artificially create drama, they keep poorly talented people who will NEVER sell a CD and the only download they would get is from mother, cousin, sister, brother and grandmother? The one's responsible for making these talentless wonders think they had talent in the first place? It is dishonoring and a waste of time - mine at least. That is something I can control: the remote.
Some got sent home who gave you a chill up the spine while others were kept who clearly play to the lowest common denominator: drama of the most pathetic, no-shame sort.
Westminister won the night.
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