I scarcely watch this show. The only reason it's on my radar is because I was stunned that the guy
who tortured Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire"on the one episode I did watch made it to the finals.
That night I thought Adam Lambert's Idol
days were numbered. American Idol
is geared for pop singers who can excel in a wide range of genres (many of which bore me, which is why I watch the show so little). Lambert's edgy style places him in a niche market. I predict he winds up on the soundtrack to the Twilight
If I had a super-great singing voice, mine would be a niche market as well. And there's no way I could survive Disco night. Disco night
? How did this show get away with that
for eight years without Ryan Seacrest finding a horse's head in his bed?
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