Dial. Rinse. Repeat.
David Archuletta sang us a little Billy Joel "And So It Goes." I love the Irish ballad effect. Given his age and stature, it would've been even MORE impactful if he'd worn his leprechaun outfit. Because I respect my elders, I shall avoid making any disparaging comments about the mustache on the mayor of David's hometown that we met in the video, after all, I'm sure it's been grown as a very selfless act in order to provide a roosting place for homeless birds of prey. Not going to mock it.
For his second song, he sang what I categorize as "one o' dem teeny-bopper songs," and I'm not qualified to judge this new-fangled stuff. Then he sang "Longer" (as in "longer than there've been stars up in the heavens"), and I felt like he should've worn a cardigan and sansabelt pants. I guess he's got a wide range of song styles, but it really doesn't even matter how he does, because I'm voting for the other David. Seriously, the Hand of God could inscribe "Archuletta" in blood on my living room wall and flood our home with a choir of angels singing Handel's "Archuletta Chorus" and I'd still vote for Cook. Call me evil, I guess.
Syesha, who I thought should have gone home weeks ago, is peaking at the right time, so I'm going to acknowledge that she's talented enough to have earned the right to still be here in the top 3. Good for her.
She sang a few songs, danced provocatively with a chair, sparkled in sequins, and smiled.
But most importantly, she got off the stage to make room for David Cook.
First, he sang Simon's choice of Roberta Flack's "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," and I almost exploded with excitement. How awesome to pick a totally unexpected and uncharacteristic song! Ever since he made me love "Billie Jean," I've been waiting for the next big surprise. He rocked it, and he rocked the next one (by Switchfoot) and the third one too, "I Don't Want To Miss A Thang" (with about twenty-leven violinists on chairs from the band room).
I've had an incredibly difficult time typing this up because I've had to stop several times in order to call 1-866-IDOLS-03. And if you're reading this Tuesday night, stop reading right now and dial it with me.
I'll wait for you while you dial.
In fact, I'm going to go find a block of cheese or two, so you have a couple minutes to call 10 or 20 times while I hit the kitchen.
(Musical interlude while I get cheese and while you dial. So help me, if you're not calling RIGHT now, I'm going to stay in the kitchen longer and make you wait.)
Fine. Be that way. Don't call.
I type my thumbs to the bone on my Blackberry every Tuesday night. The least you could do is call and vote for David Cook for me since every time I've tried to call from MY house, it's been busy. I guess that's a good sign, though.
Syesha, I'm guessing.
The highlight of the night was Roberta Flack's song. Not necessarily David C. singing it (even though it was great). I just love that giddy moment when we heard that Simon picked that song. I know Simon is simply a genius, and he proved it once more tonight.
I swear I'm not drunk.
In conclusion, I'm sorry for this spastic, incoherent post. I've been gone from the blogworld for about a week, and I think I probably should have had a warm-up post to prepare me for tonight, and maybe a couple gallons of coffee. Thanks for hangin' in there anyway and reading this far down.
I'll sleep and then fill you in later on my new (but temporary) obsession that's kept me away recently. Any guesses what it's been?
Tuesday, May 13, 2008