It's a new dawn
My DVR cut out the last few seconds of "Idol" last night, and wouldn't you know it, I missed the final, unbelievable moments of Leslie Hunt's kiss-off song. Thank goodness for YouTube; now I realize she turned her ill-fated jazzy performance into an angry indictment of America's musical taste. "Why did I decide to scat?" she half-sang, half-yelled. "Americans' don't care for jazz!" Watch for yourself here; it's pretty cool.
It is, indeed, a weird year for the "Idol" women. Last season, the finalists could be broken down into set categories: jazzy sexpot, country chick, Aretha-lite, with a couple of precocious teens thrown in for good measure. This season is filled with big-voice belters, and the rest of the ladies are getting lost. Unless they've gotten ample screentime from the "Idol" producers, and sweetened the pot with some bad-girl behavior.
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