Here in Canada’s capital, the buses are all painted and the paperwork is being drawn up.
Another federal election, yay!
Most Canadians are truly starting to hate federal politics. I think we should all have a bucket of slop by our doors in case the candidates drop by. These rat bastards have the chance to absolutely ruin prime time television, not to mention our entire spring.
So thankfully, we do have something to celebrate in the coming weeks.
I am talking about the countdown to the next American Idol.
I’ve been watching Idol for ten years and I’ve never seen a year like this one. Sure, we had Adam Glambert, and that was cool. But he was one guy/girl among a sea of ho-hums.
Idol has been dragging for years now, with all the winners, with the exception of Carrie Underwood and Jennifer Hudson, reduced to touring the agricultural fair circuit.
Something needed to change; someone had to find a way to pump up the volume. And the judges table has been nothing short of dreadful.
Remember that horrible Kara Dioguardi — who was a mere unknown — and how she insisted on trying to show off how well she could sing, all the while tweaking an unresponsive Simon Cowell under the table? And Ellen DeGeneres, who always looked like she was going to start bawling.
Simon’s act was getting pretty stale by the end. Himself sat there completely bored for at least two seasons.
Clearly, it was time for Simon to skeedaddle.
How times have changed.
This year, Idol reinvented itself, giving Randy Jackson the king’s throne and bringing in a couple of ringers: Steven Tyler and Jennifer Lopez. That gamble — along with the return of Nigel Lithgoe sans his dancing shoes and tights — clearly has paid off. Tyler is the coolest guy ever, with his shark teeth and extensions and his cute little nose. Last night, he celebrated birthday number 63 in leather pants and a leopard shirt. What a hottie!
And who doesn’t love Jennifer Lopez, who combines poise, charm and beauty. JLo is having no trouble filling the tiny boots of the wacky Paula Abdul.
Last night was truly magical. There were surprises galore including a performance by Stevie Wonder, and cameos by JLo’s hubby Marc Anthony and the massive voice of Jennifer Hudson.
The contestans are pure talent this year. There is no wannabee in the whole set, and the producers are already salivating over the leftovers.
The evening was capped off with the judges saving Casey, the curly headed Muppett face and Joe Cocker imitator. The television audience just didn’t get Casey’s maniacal genius, and so the judges stepped in to save his career.
Casey’s spent the best part of the last few weeks in the hospital, and he looked like he was going to lose his cookies right there on national television, either that, or stroke out when, in a master move, the judges decided to let all eleven remaining contestants go on tour, effectively granting them all careers, in a fashion.
Wow. The show stole my heart last night.
Welcome back, Idol. It’s nice to know you’ve got your groove back.