the psychic network: a SIMULBLOG!...
I read Paula's notes.
Okay so maybe not. But maybe Jason's done. We'll know soon enough who's living and who's dying.
Because it's execution night on American Idol!
And this is a simulblog, which means I'm calling the play-by-play, with a few snarky comments thrown in (okay, so maybe more than a few) as the action is unfolding live on the East Coast (or 2 hours ago in Paula-land), and I'm hitting the publish now button at every break, so if you want to know, stick around. If you don't want to know, go read the 16,593 reviews of Paula-gate. But come back and leave your thoughts on the saga of the final five.
Five will become four and the four are, reportedly, going to sing the "songs that shaped rock and roll." You're welcome David Cook. And since Neil Diamond is making the rounds, hawking his new CD, well, there will be a performance from him too. But he won't be killed. They did enough damage to the man last night.
Hold on to your coke cups kids...the show is about to start!
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Ryan tells us over 45 million votes were phoned in. On speed dial, I'm sure.
And we start with a top five group sing. Jason Castro starts with Cracklin' Rosie, handing off to Archuleta, who hands off to Cook, who gives way to the women and Song Sung Blue. And I finally get my Brother Love! And this group, after all these weeks, still cannot get the hang of group harmony. I liked it anyway. Okay, well, I didn't hate it.
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Gina Glocksen and Constantine Maroulis are in the audience. They are not dating; they are working together. And Ace Young is there too, but Ryan passes him by because he has to hawk the Underwood stamp.
We get the requisite retrospective of last night's horserace.
And it's time to start the killings.
Jason Castro is called onstage. He's reminded of his reviews, psychic and otherwise, and he's told to head to the sofa of safety.
David Archuleta is summoned. Paula tells him he needs to have more fun. David tells her he will work on having fun. (One has to work at having fun?) He's safe, so he'll have six days to practice the fun stuff.
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After a display of the winning Coke cup design and a pimp for Nigel's dancing show, it's time to get back to why we're here.
David Cook is called to join Ryan. He is reminded that Paula anointed him the Idol (and she is psychic, you know). And, no surprise, David is sent to join the guys on the comfy couch.
Syesha Mercado and Brooke White are called out together. Fitting, considering they're this week's bottom feeders.
Both of them are reminded of their reviews, like they're going to get cut before Neil Diamond even makes an appearance. They're sent to the guys' side of the stage to wait it out. Brooke says no problem: "We'll stay as long as we can." Snarky Brooke. I like that.
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Natasha Beddingfield is there. She is singing. I like her, but I don't know why she is on this show.
They are taking phone calls. I don't know why. I didn't even miss them last week.
I just keep thinking about all this time that they're wasting that could have been really useful last night.
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The Idols are "catching the wind" in a very green Ford commercial. Al Gore will be pleased.
Time for Neil Diamond, because he has a new CD hitting the stores soon! The man truly is brilliant. Awww, his mom came to watch.
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Anyone who is paying any attention knows that, barring a shocker, we're headed for a David-squared finale, so the other three are toast, the only question is the order.
Both of the women join Ryan on stage, and he gives Brooke White the bad news. She starts to bawl. Kristy Lee is in the audience smiling. Everyone who rushed to save her last week went back to regular phoning. But she goes out on a strong performance. (We'll just agree to forget the other one.) She gets to watch her journey to the sound of Ruben.
Congratulations Brooke. You did well. Goodbye. And good luck.