I mean, in all fairness, it's not really a new year until American Idol starts.

Every year, I think that this year will be the year that the show just blows, and I typically HATE the bad audition shows at the beginning. But last night's episode was SO GOOD. We had some guy waxing his chest hair, a heart wrenching story of a sick child and another heart wrenching story of a sick mother (by which I'm pretty sure we just mean very much over weight mother). We had a girl with a body like a porn star who's never watched a rated "R" movie. We had three guys who can REALLY sing. We had a Carrie Underwood knock off, who actually may be better than Carrie Underwood (she for sure had more personality than Carrie Underwood) who raises horses and fights combat sports. We had a crazy girl. Actually, we had two crazy girls. We had classic Simon and classic Randy. We had Ryan Seacrest doing his deadpan response face to crazy contestants at least a dozen times. He's almost made a career out of that at this point.

Oddly, however, there was no moment where I was convinced that Paula Abdul was on drugs. Until they showed the previews for an upcoming auditions segment in which she dances. Then my faith was restored.

I feel better. I've been home in bed sick for DAYS now. It certainly appears, though, that Randy, Paula and Simon have been good for my soul. I feel much better.

It'll be a female winner again this season.

Labels: American Idol, American Idol 7

posted by pregamejocelyn at 12:13 PM