That crazy girl Alexis was hit by a car and killed this weekend.
The theme of the finale is “boxing.” The show opens with boxing announcer Michael (“let’s get ready to rummmmble”) Buffer introducing Davids Cook and Archuletta by weight and hometown. They appear in boxing robes, hopping up and down like boxers getting warmed up. Jim Lampley, who I recognize as a sportscaster, maybe a boxing sportscaster, serves up soundbites, “you gotta get in and hit hard . . . . be brave; a faint heart never fought hard . . . . In a three round fight, you want to pace yourself . . . .” And on and on. Seacrest, wearing a natty grey three-piece with an ultra-narrow, ultra-straight black necktie, gets the show started by interviewing the Davids.
Clive Davis is allowed (inexplicably) to choose the first song, as he does every year.
David Cook sings U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” The judges are generally positive, but not overwhelming in their praise. I can’t be more specific than that. Liz won’t let me rewind it.
Archuletta sings Elton John’s “Don’t let the Sun Go Down on Me.” He gets up on stage and bobs around to the music as awkwardly as ever. But then he opens his mouth and I hear the voice of an angel.
Am I the only one who didn't see Carly in the girl's section last night?
Still love John Michaels and newly love the Castro kid who I have never seen before. And the kid from Staunton because he is from Staunton. Poor Garrett, why was he even included.