Well, another season of American Idol has sadly and somewhat anti-climactically come to an end, leaving a gaping void in my life and heart that can't quite be filled by So You Think You Can Dance or America's Got Talent (though I will be watching the So You Think You Can Dance auditions, of course).But until Season 7 of Idol begins in eight long months, I'll just have to cling to my memories of this week's Idol finale:
The Good: Kelly Clarkson's rockin' return to the Idol stage, in a MUCH more flattering dress than that of a Mrs. Roper-esque mumu she wore on Idol Gives Back.
The Bad: Rumors of a Jennifer Hudson Dreamgirls medley proving unfounded.
The Ugly: Clive Davis's utterly uncool Taylor Hicks-dissing speech, which ran so long it caused the show to go into overtime and get cut off on my DVR. WTF?!
The Weird: Margaret "Big Bird" Fowler swooping down on poor, unsuspecting Ryan Seacrest.
And the Just Plain Shark-Jumping: Votefortheworst.com posterboy Sanjaya Malakar once again completely mangling the Kinks classic "You Really Got Me," while Sanj's slumming sidekick, Aerosmith axeman Joe Perry, collected his paycheck and smashed his rock-god credibility to smithereens in the process.
But after all those hokey dinner-theater medleys, lemur-eyed losers, superfluous Sanjaya tributes and recycled-footage montages, not to mention that of a 74 million votes, we finally had a new American Idol: Jordin Sparks, a gal with a real superstar stage name if I ever heard one.
I do send my condolences to Doug E. Fresh-endosed beat-boxing runner-up Blake Lewis. But hey, at least if Blake's singing/beatboxing career doesn't pan out, he can always go back to his oh-so-hilarious Jimmy Walker Blue comedy act...
