This picture speaks for itself. Chris Daughtry was a show-stopper. He did not wear leather pants which was a damn shame, but I would have licked the screen if I were not afraid of electrocution (which I am). Let me run it down for you:
Mandisa the queer hater opened the show. I like her, don’t get me wrong. She’s a big girl with an amazing voice, but I really didn’t need God bought into my American Idol experience. Regardless, she was a great way to begin. Her third song turned into a duet between her and Ace, the beanie wearing pretty boy. I’m not a fan. He’s not my type (see: Chris Daughtry). However, chicks dig him, young and old and he really did put on a good performance. He sang songs that really worked with his voice and while he touches himself way too much for me, I was pleasantly surprised. After that was Lisa Tucker whose first song was Signed, Sealed, Delivered. After that I went to the bathroom. Not because she was bad, but because I knew the line would be short and I didn’t mind so much missing part of her performance. She bought “her friend Paris” out for the end of her set and then I had to watch her fake Beyonce, both in voice and dance moves. It kinda looked like kiddie porn (I’m guessing). I never liked her anyway, so it’s not like now I’m going to start to say nice things. Then there was Bucky. What more do I have to say? The kid’s name is Bucky for Christ’s sake! Can’t dance a lick, can only sing slightly better but at least he was entertaining to watch. To continue with our country theme there was Kellie Pickler. OH GOOD GOD Kellie Pickler. She looked like a white-trash drag queen but at least she pronounced Albany correctly (it’s not Al-bany kids.. it’s ALL-bany). She and Bucky were doing a cover of “You’re the One That I Want” from Grease. Train wreck. Absolute train wreck. She was not together with the music (which I will never understand) and she bought Bucky right down with her. I felt bad that it was his last song cause she helped to slaughter it. They got back on track but I was just cringing through the whole thing. She bought us to the needless 30 minute intermission.
I admit, I was breathless with anticipation because I knew it was only Chris, Elliot (or Ethan, as my friend Sue called him) and Taylor left. So, once the hard music came on I was perched at the edge of my seat. Again, no leather pants but still looking gorgeous as ever and singing like there was no tomorrow. Everyone was screaming and I felt a little dirty because the little girl behind me kept yelling “I love you Chris” and I could only think that I love him in such a different way than her. So I believe the first song was Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin and then segued into Wanted: Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi. Finished that up with Renegade and all of them were really great, rocking versions of the originals. He picks up a guitar (note to men: chicks dig guys who can play guitar) and begins to sing “Saving Me” by Nickelback who not only played the Pepsi Arena Monday night but (according to Sue’s brother in law) also frequented the strip club DeCarlo’s with Chris Daughtry on Sunday night. Midway through the first verse Elliot Yamin comes out and I admit, it was a pretty great collaboration. That was Chris’s finale and it was well worth it. I love Elliot but after Chris it was a bit of a letdown because he doesn’t sing songs everyone knows. However, he does have the best voice on the show (in my opinion) and I did enjoy him. Plus, his mom was there and she got a standing ovation from the crowd during intermission. In the spot reserved for Miss Diva herself, Katharine McPhee, Chris, Bucky, Elliot and Ace got together and sang “Patience” by Guns and Roses. It blew me away. They all sounded so perfect together and I really wish there was a way for them to release it on an album cause it was fanfuckingtastic. Finally out comes Taylor Hicks from the back of the arena. He was very high energy and mostly sang songs that earned him the adoration of the fans on American Idol but everyone (even the local reviewers from the paper) agreed that Chris stole the show. He’s just a consummate performer and was so incredibly on point. I will stand in line and wait for that cd to come out, I promise you that.
Anyway, the concert was much better than I had anticipated and it was also entertaining to watch middle aged women throw themselves at people half their age in the name of music. I swear, the whole front row was moms fighting with their children to get a piece of Ace (I couldn’t help it - it was just too easy).
I know, I’ve been consumed and I almost apologize. The American League pulled out a win in the All Star Game last night thanks to a stellar performance from Michael Young (um.. who?) Good for him. I guess he’s a second baseman. What can I say? If it’s not B-Rob on second I’m really not paying attention. Plus, I only saw highlights so I can’t really wax poetic about “what a game!” 41-49 at the break and I believe we’ll be seeing said Mr. Young the next few days so let’s see what we can do to start things off with a bang (and I’m not talking about players banging into each other, although that’s pretty much bound to happen too).
Finally, Project Runway debuts tonight and I can’t freaking wait. 9:00 is the casting special with Tim Gunn (Make it work!) and I guess we’re gonna hear what many of the key players from the first two seasons are (or in some cases aren’t) up to. I will be glued to the TV from 9-11 regardless of the painting or laundry that has to be done. I will try to give my critique tonight but it’s the first night I’ve had nothing to do in about a week so I might not be able to stay up much past 11 to post. Patience is a virtue kids.
Happy Hump Day
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