WHY ACE IS OUT OF PLACE (AN AMERICAN IDOL TRAGEDY)
Okay. So, I admit it. I watch and enjoy "American Idol". But lately, it's lame, it's boring, it's -- to quote Simon -- "a bit predictable" -- and it SUCKS. Last night Bucky got the boot, when anyone with half a mind could have recognized that Ace was the worst of the 8 finalists this week. He bastardized Queen, just as they had predicted. Bucky -- performing "Fat Bottom Girls" -- was much better. Queen is hard enough to pull off as it is, especially sans Freddie Mercury, but these performances sucked. No one was really an Idol this week. Or last week for that matter when they were asked to perform Kenny Rogers. Or the week before that when they worked with Manilow and the same thing when they had to work with Stevie Wonder. These tasks -- of working with such has-beens -- has been Herculean, and -- in case you missed when I said it the first time -- BORING. Next up, Rod Stewart with a string of "American Classics" a la Manilow with his fifties crap. People, don't you understand? When an unbelievable talent like Manilow or Stewart has to start covering classics and can't write their own stuff anymore, they have "jumped the shark" big time. For the love of G d, make them perform with Green Day, Howie Day -- any Day, for that matter. Make them sing something worthy of being an Idol. Dave Matthews Band. Rolling Stones (who have withstood the test of time). Annie Lenox (just came off the top of my head). Hell, I'll take the Violent Femmes at this point. Because, right now they are taking these crappy classics, making them look more awful than ever, making the recoding artists look more awful than ever, and making me want to leave the room within the first five minutes of the crummy competition. By the way, for what it's worth -- I'll see Taylor, Pickler and Chris hanging around in the end (unless someone discovers Pickler's naivete is genuinely fake)...Then, we could have Paris, too. That's it. The other three can pack it in. Especially Ace. Looks aside, he has no talent. He stinks. He makes a mess of everything coming out of his mouth. If this were a beauty pageant, even I would beat him. So, someone wake up the powers that be and turn around this dreadful ship before it hits a big (Randy Jackson sized) glacier soon. Yeah, Dawg!
