Oh Idol, my Idol
A few lessons learned on this, the first episode of the new season of American Idol:
Teeth can be too white.
I don’t especially enjoy seeing extended sessions of misery, unless the contestant really deserves it.
When rejected, white contestants cry and pule; black contestants get righteously pissed. (Except for that white juggler kid who got pissed THEN cried. Way to change it up!)
You can’t really Broadway-up Aerosmith.
A lot of that crack baby alarmism of the ’80s was BS.
Chaka Khan is a really poor choice for an audition. You know, because funk works so well without instruments.
A martini makes this show even better.