If you can even call it music...

Ugh. I'm back to loving American Idol. Tell me you don't love it and I'll tell you that you don't understand the beauty of reality TV or the complexity of music. Or I'll tell you that you have a life and I do not. Either way, I'm sure we won't get along. To be honest, I didn't want to go back to American Idol this year. I tried sooooooo hard for David Cooke (I even voted for him like 6 times), and in the end, the originality that I once applauded totally fell by the wayside when it came time to make a commercial album. Terrible.




But this time, I love how there's a blind guy, and a guy who doesn't know when it's acceptable to rap or jump around, and another guy who can't stop talking about how married he is, and another guy whose sob story will break your heart. And I hate how terrible these women are - how there's a girl who is 16 and doesn't know how to talk, how there's a girl who's super beautiful but doesn't know how to sing, and how there's a girl/woman who's actually ok but who still couldn't beat me in a karaoke contest (wishful thinking).