Idol Bomb

Three words for this evening: cancel the show! Seriously, cancel it.

Worst night in recent memory. Worse than Elton John. Worse than Manilow. At what point did the show's creators think it was a good idea that two gospel singers, a motown man, a raspy crooner, a Hawaiian starlet, and a bumble gum teen, should be singing Miami Sound Machine? Seriously. Are you mad, man?

I cannot in good conscience vote for anyone tonight. No one stood out from the pack. Even Fantasia was bad. If a gun were shoved in my mouth and my eyes Duct taped, I could probably be persuaded to choose Latoya's as the best performance of the night. But that's just on dance, alone, and only after the duct tape. The night was abysmal. A horrible way to follow up the horrible result of last week. (I apologize for the hyperbole, maybe I should sleep on this before publishing....)

...and don't even get me started on the Subway commercial.

Idol jumped the shark with Miami. Blog out.