Straight up, now tell me — WHAT is Paula Abdul smoking and where can I get some?
Honestly, I don’t understand why FOX isn’t subjecting this woman to random drug tests. She’s higher than a kite, blathering her way though one of the most watched television programs in America and robbing poor Syesha Mercado of her chance to get any actual feedback because the poor girl sang last, and Paula had filled up so much time with her altered state, there simply wasn’t time. (And shame on Simon for egging her on.)
Pretty sad when that’s the headline of the night. But I’ll try to dig up a few more.
The ladies did a bit better this week, though by my count, they’re still no where near the men.
My favorite performance of the night came from Brooke White, the type of girl I’d normally dislike for her pure-as-the-driven-snow persona, but who might be the only girl who didn’t mangle at least five notes. Her acoustic “Love is A Battlefield” was, in the originality category, the equivalent of David Cook’s “Hello” on Tuesday. I continue to love the raspy quality of her voice, and she might be the only one of the women who can actually sell the emotion of her song.
I liked several other performances, but with serious reservations. Carly Smithson indeed delivered some killer notes on “I Drove All Night,” but Simon was right — could she have chosen a more nothing song?
Meanwhile, Ramiele Malubay also belted out some nice ones on “Against All Odds,” but she’s got three things working against her. 1.) Terrible, horrible clothes — straight off the K-Mart mannequin, best I can tell. 2.) Terrible, horrible habit of smacking her lips between every syllable, though she toned it down considerably from last week. 3.) She’s dead inside. But she’s cute, so let’s keep her.
The two who dared to do Whitney — Syesha Mercado with “Saving All My Love” and Asia’h Epperson with “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” both pulled it off, but they also bug me for similar reasons. 1.) Too dang peppy. 2.) Unflattering, high-waisted diaper-esque pants that should have been left in the 1980s. (This means you too, Smithson.)
I think the two to go will be (obviously) Kady Malloy, who’s bizarre delivery of some Queen song I’ve never heard was probably her last free pass on that stage, and Kristy Lee Cook, who’s a gorgeous little gal but who couldn’t find a note in Journey’s “Faithfully” to save her life.
Of course, if life was fair, the first person to go would be Amanda Overmyer. My jaw dropped when the trio of judges gushed over her “I Hate Myself For Loving You.” I know I can’t be the only one who notices that THIS WOMAN CANNOT SING. Someone please explain to me what in the name of Ryan Seacrest is going on here. Is she bribing the judges? Threatening them? Brainwashing them with her magic blond bangs? I seriously have nothing against her other than her utter lack of talent. I just want to understand.
So what do you think? Does Paula need a shower and some black coffee? Is Amanda as bad as my ears keep insisting she is? And which of these two girls will be gone on Thursday?