AI6 Tryouts - Memphis
Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
16,000 people showed up in Memphis for IDOL, and from that we have culled an hour’s worth of oddballs, freaks, kooks, near-misses, and one or three good voices. And I’m about to write up WAY too many of them.
The first thing that jumped out at me last night was how the judges were willing to dispense with people who could sing, but just weren’t unique. Usually, it’s an all or nothing proposition on TV. You suck and the judges send you home, or you can sing and the judges gratefully pass you through to Hollywood. Not so in Memphis last night. They passed on a couple of singers who could, indeed, sing but wouldn’t make it all that far in the voting. They wouldn’t stand out as someone worth watching. It’s good to see that the awful contestants haven’t lowered their standards, after all.
Secondly, it’s nearly unanimous now — if you act like a righteous self-confident punk, you’re not going through. Look at how self-deprecating Kelly Clarkson was in the first season. Look at how humble Taylor was early on last year. Then look at the contestants who tell the camera so proudly that THEY are the next American Idol — that THEY are what Simon is looking for — that THEY are like nothing you’ve ever seen before or heard before. THEY are always toast.
My favorite freak audition of the year so far is Timika Sims. It’s a bit unfair. It’s done with editing, I know, but her blank stares when she’s not talking are hilarious. Her bug eyes give her a natural deer-in-the-headlights look. And her enunciation is second to none. No, it IS none. Nevermind. I’ve never heard a singer on this show before who was so impossible to understand, and that includes immigrants from Europe and Asia for whom English wasn’t a primary language. Wow, that was painful, but funny.
The standout singer of the show, though, was Jason “Sundance” Head. He didn’t know where his father got the name from, but assumed it was a hippie thing. I guess he hasn’t rented the DVD of “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” yet.
In any case, the kid’s got major vocal pipes. Take away some of the repetitive “ooh oohs” and you have the most powerful male voice this competition hasn’t seen, and one with a great bluesy sound. There aren’t that many guys who can even attempt this sound each season. They usually wind up going for the rock sound and failing miserably. Sundance, though, has the natural blues sound in spades. He’s going to run all over people if he can keep up with the pace.
Simon said he’d be shocked if Sundance didn’t make the finals. Given what relatively little we’ve seen so far, so would I. He’s already building his fanbase this early one. If he makes it to the Top 24, he’ll be safe.
Then Simon said that he “blew Taylor out the ballpark.” Man, Simon really hates Taylor, doesn’t he?
Janita Burks (I think that’s her last name, but my handwriting was awful last night) describes herself as “conservative,” yet “sexy.” Conservative, to her, is defined as a dress with a neckline that plunges to her belly button and two large breasts that the judges thought for sure would pop out at every other note. And they came close — she kept adjusting her straps as she sang. Simon’s line of the night in response to her: “You’re a handful.”
I don’t think she caught the joke.
Even more entertaining, though, was her mangling of the English language. “Confidence” became “confidentiality.” What’s the difference, though, really? ;-)
Topher McCain gets a special award for cursing out his ex-wife on television. To quote Simon, again: “you called your wife a b***h on national television.” True dat. And he professed his love for Paula, which only lasted as long as she didn’t tell him “no.” After that, he was done with her. The sad thing is, he reminded me of so many comic geeks I’ve seen at conventions over the years.
More bad auditions after the jump:


Once again, it’s time to discuss Jack Baeur’s hour of misery, action, murder, and terrorism. And this time around, we got some pretty cool twists, though I’m sure some people might cry “soap opera!” at a couple of them. I’m not sure I’d disagree, but it does paint some of last season in a completely new light.
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It’s Champions Week, with six players who have World Series of Poker Main Event bracelets: Doyle Brunson, Johnny Chan, Chris Ferguson, Carlos Mortensen, Chris Moneymaker, and this year’s winner, Jamie Gold.

It’s gotten so bad now that you can pick out the people who know they stink, but just want to be on television. American Idol created William Hung. And now they’re reaping the “rewards.” Does that idiot with the devil sticks really think he can sing? Is he really just an immature kid who thinks he deserves to be famous? I doubt it. He’s a jerk who wants to waste all of our time to get on television. He’s at school today not to cower from those who’d make fun of him for crying on TV, but to accept the accolades of his peers who are proud of him for Punking Idol.

