Sometimes, I really enjoy being wrong. (Not that I have a lot of practice at it. I’m just saying.)
Tonight is one of those nights.
For the record, I still really do think that the fix was in last night. Those judges were certainly attempting to browbeat us into picking Archie, as you fine commenters call him, and Simon all but said as much in his too-little-too-late apology tonight.
But it didn’t work, and wow, it’s so refreshing to know that 56 percent of people who voted (though 97 million? Really???) saw things the right way.
YAY!!!!!!!
David Cook wins, and my faith in humanity, “American Idol,” Blue Springs, Mo., and ZZ Top is restored. At least for now.
Here’s hoping that the shackles of “Idol” victory aren’t too stifling for such a great musician. Though by the way David Cook so gamely danced and cheesed his way through all those gawdawful group dance numbers this season, something tells me that he knows how to play well with others. He should be fine.
I will say this about David Archuleta: For one, that kid was a gracious, gracious loser. If he was devastated not to hear his last name called, he really didn’t show it. (Although, if I’m being honest, the look he had on his face after losing was pretty much the only look he’s had on his face all season. Well, except when he was lip lubing.)
But there’s also this: Watching Archuleta sing two contemporary, age-appropriate songs tonight — first “Hero” in a duet with Cook and then “Apologize” with One Republic, something became very clear to me. David A.’s only attempt at being current all season was his terribly awkward Chris Brown cover. If he’d tried something like “Apologize” earlier and more often, I think I might have actually understood him. He was so totally limited by the STOOOOOPID “Idol” theme night format that I couldn’t really see his true potential until TONIGHT. And trust me, I was looking for it all season long.
A few other thoughts on tonight’s never-ending finale.
Okay, I get it. It’s a big, exciting night. But TWO HOURS????
There were some high points. Loved watching Cook take the helm of ZZ Top. Loved watching my boyfriend Robert Downey Jr. shake it like a Pip. Loved that done-wrong Michael Johns was given a little extra stage time and that Carly was able to dig those black tights out of the back of her unmentionables drawer.
But a lot of it was sort of depressing. More dippy dance numbers. More shameless promotion of soon-to-be-released movies. And far too many depressing reminders that all our favorite ’80s pop stars are no longer ready for their closeups. This means you, Bryan Adams and George Michael.
Well, Idol Thoughts friends, this is it for us this year. Thank you for reading, and mostly, thank you for all your thoughtful discourse. This little corner of Kansas.com has been amazingly civilized over the past several months, and I truly appreciate all of you.
And special thanks to all my faithful posters, including my friend and fill-in Monica, as well as Hawkmama, memaw, Hooked on Idol, boobookitty, etc. I only met one of you, but I liked you all — even when you so foolishly disagreed with me. KIDDING!
Maybe I’ll see you back in January. Since the right David did win after all, we can all keep watching. WHEW!