Really, I'm not sure what the most horrifying part of last night's Idol finale was.

Could it have been Clive Davis blabbering on and insulting all of his own artists? He looked like a zombie, and he made about as much sense as Paula after her fifth bottle of pain killers.

Could it have been the train wreck that was the Sergeant Pepper's medley? Joe Perry! You used to have dignity! You just appeared on Idol in not one but TWO numbers. Ruben Studdard singing a song about LSD? What IS that?

No! It must have been Joe Perry performing with Sanjaya. OHMYGOD. Does your rock god dignity mean NOTHING to you, Joe?

Every time I tried to look away, something pulled me back in.

I feel empty already with no Idol in my future. But I've had fun following the odds, and I'll be back with So You Think You Can Dance when they get down to the final 12. And, sadly, probably that celebrity racing show. Can't wait!

Labels: American Idol, Jordin Sparks

posted by pregamejocelyn at 12:25 PM