WAITING ON SANJAYA'S PRETTY HAIR TO CHANGE: Well, finally Chris Sligh wins a night of Idol, but I hated to see it happen like this.
Basically, in a night when each of the guys was resting his starter vocals for the playoffs, Sligh's "Wanna Be Loved" by the Christian pop-rock band DC Talk was the only six inning quality start of a mediocre night from the worst set of guys we've seen since season one. Pretty boys Brandon and Jared ought to advance based on sheer competence (Fienberg captures Jared perfectly), Beatbox Blake on the novelty of a ten-year-old 311 song, and Chris Richardson on residual good will, based on an unremarkable rendition of a boring-ass Keith Urban song that has a fan in Alan Sepinwall.
The bottom: well, Sundance, one of the things you need if you're singing "Jeremy" is authenticity -- we have to believe you're in that classroom, and since you're neither Daughtry nor Bo Bice, it came off as pointless yelling. Phil Stacey was just plain off-tune, and with that hat he's looking more and more like Jude Law as Dickie Greenleaf, The Untalented Mr. Ripley. And Sanjaya . . . okay, I miss RJ Helton now. Is that what you wanted? I retroactively appreciate the borderline charm of Anthony Federov. That's how painful it's going to be until he's gone.
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