From: Shonda
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2003 2:11:05 PM America/Los_Angeles
To: Sandie
Cc: Deborah
Subject: Only the Good Die Young...
Billy Joel night was...well...Billy Joel night. Fine. Okay. Whatever. I found myself thinking, since when is Billy Joel big enough to warrant an entire night? Yeah, he writes songs and all but he's not a huge driving force that has changed the face of music or anything? I mean, what about a Carole King night? Now THAT would have been amazing. But I must admit, the choice of Billy Joel was head and shoulders above some of their previous choices. Give me Billy Joel night over Country Rock night every day and twice on Sunday.
The Breakdown:
1) First, let me give props to Smokey Robinson (who is his own driving force in music) for being gracious enough to sit there listening to people NOT singing his songs. Hell, they brought out Verdine and his press-n-curl and people sang his stuff. But Smokey? Nah, let's just slap him in the face. By the way, can I just say that I know that Smokey has got to be over 60 if he's a day and THE MAN LOOKED FINE. So fine that the word requires two syllables: FO-INE. I freeze-framed the Tivo and stared hard for signs of plastic surgery and I gotta tell ya, Smokey's youthful prettiness does NOT come from a scalpel. GO SMOKEY!
2) Yet again another singer who's career is in the toilet was sitting in the audience of AI when she should have had her butt home writing songs. Yes, Jody Whatley, I am talking to you! Get your nose back to that grindstone. Because you got the words "HAS BEEN" emblazoned on your forehead.
3) What with all the forced smiles and the veiled insults, I thought Paula and Simon were going to come to blows. These two really do seem to hate one another. I found myself rooting for Simon to shoot his fist out and punch Paula squarely in the nose, for Paula to knock him to the ground and do her "Straight Up" dance on Simon's head. A little WWF action would have added some spice to the evening.
4) The Performances. Let's take 'em in order:
Kim Lite: She shrieked. She screamed. She showed us her belly. The red streaks in her hair looked like flames and I found myself wishing her head would ignite in burst of fire. No such luck.
Ruben: Ruben is Ruben. Y'all know how I love him. But I have to agree with Simon's criticism. Ruben does his same wonderful thing every week and it's time he tried to change it up a little. Don't get me wrong. Ruben's same wonderful thing is ten times better than anyone else's thing. However it would be nice to see him stretch a bit. On the fashion side, I miss the 205 shirts. But I give props to the stylist who seems to have finally figured out how to dress a large man.
Kimberley: Did they get a new stylist? Did Kimberley take control of her own wardrobe? Did the fashion gods hear my prayer? Because girlfriend LOOKED GOOD. Not only did she look good, she sounded good. She gave the best performance of the night with her sultry rendition of "New York State of Mind." She was the full package and she shone. One small note: did anybody else see her friends cheering in the audience? Was it just me or were they NOT exactly Kimmie material? I don't want to hate (okay, I DO want to hate) but THEM GIRLS WERE GHETTO. And why did all their signs refer to Kimmie as "Chicken"? Get your video, rewind to Kimmie part and freeze and you'll see what I'm talking about.
Josh: Don't be shocked. Don't faint. Don't call me fickle. But I LOVED Josh last night. He sang "Piano Man" and while, his voice isn't the best up there, he was SEXY. He was. I'm not lying. He actually made me forget his fat head, his faux military might, and his weird singing faces. Of course, I was also mesmerized by his teeth. His snaggle teeth. Hello?! Dental work is free in the Marines. GET SOME CAPS!
Trenyce: She looked great, although I wasn't as fond of this week's weave as I was of last week's. This hair was too long and the color seemed to be wrong for her skin tone. But I did like her dress even if it did look like forties underwear. Now her song... LaShundra will always be one of my favorites (lest anybody dare to forget her searing rendition of Whitney's I Have Nothing) but to pull a Randy for moment, all I can say is "Dawg, I wasn't feelin' it, dawg. But you did your thing."
Clay: Clay looked good. He sounded good. He sang "Tell Her About It". And once again, he managed to remove every once of rock and roll from a song. He made a Billy Joel song into a Broadway dance number. It's bizarre how he does that. I bet he could turn Eminem into a show tune. I know we'll see Clay starring in Phantom of the Opera or something one day. But honestly, I don't think the American Idol should be singing show tunes every week.
Now you KNOW I saved the worst for last...
Carmen: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I know I do not scream alone. If you didn't see it last night, let me tell you, you missed one of the finest examples of scary bad horrible freaky-ness EVER. Dressed in what can only be described as a bright green 30 gallon plastic garbage bag held together with rubber bands, Carmen sank to new lows last night. She didn't resemble a teenager so much as a dying goat bleating for the mercy of a shotgun blast to put her out of her misery. Dear God, she was awful. The best thing about it was the judge's comments after. During her eastern time viewing of the show, Sandie called me hooting with laughter unable to even speak. I had to wait three hours to find out what was so funny. Hee hee. Randy told her she sounded like a beauty pageant contestant. Smokey mumbled, fumbled, stumbled and finally told her she was nervous. Paula did the Paula thing and said Carmen was pretty. Simon WENT OFF ON HER! He told her she sounded like a little kid singing at her parents cocktail party and that she should be told to shut up. HAHAHAHAHA. It's WAY funnier when you see him say it.
Now, sadly, we all KNOW that Carmen probably won't be voted off tonight due to her obvious deal with Satan. (Note to Ryan: STOP encouraging people to vote for Carmen!) And Kim Lite is probably safe because there are fools out there who don't know a theme park headliner when they hear one. Nooooo. After Rickey, it's clear this show ain't about talent. So who's going to go? I am terrified the axe will fall on Trenyce. Which would infuriate me as she's definitely one of the top three singers out there.
I'm telling you, if Carmen or Kim Lite win this whole thing, I am going to have an aneurysm...