So, I watched American Idol tonight and I must say I was underwhelmed by most of the performances in the “most talented group ever”.
First, just what is a Chikezie?
Elvis is turning in his grave after The Dan Man (a term I use loosely) and Jailhouse Rock. Dude, NEVER do that song on Idol, ‘cuz it’s automatically compared to this:
Perhaps Simon just really doesn’t like this song. I just wish he’d learn to pronounce Presslee and stop saying Prezlay.
If Danny wasn’t bad enough, Colton Dingleberry tackles Suspicious Minds. I think that Elvis is the only ’60s music most of these youngsters even remotely know.
Little Davie Chimichanga was ok on Shop Around, but I found it odd…..NTTAWWT.
While Michael Johns did an aight job on my most hated song ever, Light My Fire, he’s a pro and a plant, so naturally I’m not for him. Gimme the underdog, the unlikely, the truly undiscovered. Tonight, one guy broke out of the pack to become my favorite. Jason “Dred Baby” Castro. If his rendition of Lovin’ Spoonful’s What A Day For A Daydream weren’t enough, I found this prophetic vid on YouTube that sealed the deal:
Crazy, Jason Castro
Dred Baby to the top!
Going home: Luke, Garrett or the other Jason.