There are some people who watch Idol strictly for the auditions. I am not one of them. There's only so many horrendous versions of Fallin' I can withstand. This year they crammed in so many terrible auditions that viewers rarely saw actual decent singers. When I watched the first performance show last night half of the guys I didn't even recognize and for good reason. Let me go out on a limb right now and say there is no way a guy will win this season. If by some strange miracle that happens in May I will rush right out and buy 20 copies of Kellie Pickler's atrocious album. The guys as a whole are not good and I really don't see many of them improving over the next several weeks. Most of them picked extremely boring songs. I mean it's your first night to really wow America and what do you pick? Richard Marx? You've gotta be kidding me. So here's a few observations from last night.
* If Chris Richardson is the next Justin Timberlake, then I'm the next Stevie Wonder.
* Sanjaya Malakar (or Kumar as I like to call him) reminds me of Michael Jackson but a bit creepier and with less talent.
* If you're getting more attention for your bare feet than your singing, that's not a good thing Paul Kim.
* The two that stood out for their originality were Blake Lewis and Chris Sligh. I'll admit that I haven't yet warmed up to Blake and his annoying beatbox, while I think Chris' personality alone will catapult him into the top 12.
* It was nice knowing you Sundance Head, a name that sounds perfectly suited for a career in porn.
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