Soul Patrol

Yes, I watch American Idol. I’ve actually seen every single episode this season (a first), mainly because I’ve been following Taylor Hicks. I’ve mentioned him before (notice how I ask if you’ve been voting: people actually do that, huh?), and I sort of stopped worrying about updating the interweb about his status because I was constantly of the mindset that he’d be gone every Wednesday.
Then every Wednesday came and went, and there he was. That mini-beard Live wannabe guy left, the little R&B girl left, the really fat R&B girl left, the blonde redneck went, “Ace” went … all the while I’m sitting there thinking, “Holy shit, might Taylor actually be around next week?”
But you guys, I didn’t think he’d win. I put money on Dr. Small Beard, and lo and behold, he left even before Eliot Yamin (Man of the Fighting Teeth)! What the shit?
The thing I love about Taylor is that he was always into real songs. He wasn’t prancing around singing some bullshit R Kelly or Creed, he was singing real fucking music (Uh hello, “Levon” anyone? “Takin’ It to the Streets”? Yeah, I thought so.) and he was into it. Sure, he sometimes comes across as being slightly mentally deficient (retarded), but he loves music, and I really adore that in anyone, not just karaoke contestants. I got so into trying to guess which songs he’d do each week and watching him strut around like a Mick Jagger impersonator at the old folk’s home. So fucking awesome.
I will say, however, that McPhee woman was starting to drive me nuts. Always with this look on her face like she wants to do it with whoever happens to be on the other side of the camera. Stop it, it’s getting gross. She was my favorite of the girls for a while, but dude, now I can’t stand her.
Hey guys? It’s a good thing the American Idol season is over because I just re-read everything I typed and I’m seriously considering suicide, just based on how completely insane I sound.
Hey, at least I didn’t have a goofy sign. I may or may not have danced on my couch, though.











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