Well, I might as well just go ahead and post, while circular-filing my *last* [sniff, sniff] notes from American Idol, Season 7. Now that we know the winner is Mr. Cook, it seems a waste of everyone's time, but post my scribbles I will. Just one last time for this year, anyway.
1. I have to admit ... my heart raced when our biker nurse Amanda showed up. At first I thought it was happiness, but then I realized it was mostly fear. Did she look like her head was about to spin around and that she was on the verge of a string of expletives to Father Karras, or what

? I
still like her bunches. But I
still (even more) think she's better off
anywhere but on that stage. Especially in such close proximity to Kristy Lee Cook.
2. Was it just me or did it seem like Donna Summer got herself confused, and entered the stage as though she were Cleopatra disembarking a barge on the River Nile? We remember Donna fondly, and all that, but I believe Neil Diamond showed up in all his iconish-ness NOT like Julius Caesar in a gilded toga.
3. I'm pretty much convinced that David Archuleta is, in fact, a Jonas Brother. Perhaps separated at birth?
4. The "You GO, Girl" kewpie
definitely goes to Miss Syesha, yes? Duet-ing with the aforementioned Cleopatra AND Seal, too? And holding her own quite nicely on both occasions, I thought? There's a "diva" in that one just ready for the certification thereto, for sure! Truly, though, I thought she was darned capable (plus) last night!
5. Ditto to the kudos to Renaldo. He just rules somehow, in his odd little song-that-wrote-itself way. And I kept thinking: "Damn. I sure wish MY marching band, while in school, got a gig as cool as being on American Idol for a few minutes!" Following a guy in a (far too) lavish costume singing a (far too) infectious non-tune, to boot. Luckily, it likely didn't take the ensemble very long to learn the notes.
6. I have no interest in seeing Mike Myers' new movie. I really had none BEFORE last night. Today I just have less. I'm sure my saying so will deprive Austin Powers of sleep for days, too [not!]. Sorry, Renaldo. Swamis who make soiled underwear references are not now, nor never will be, my "brother(s)". He did have a point about Cookster's facial hair, though, I reckon.
7.
LOVED Brooke doing "Teach Your Children Well" with (no barge for him, either?) Graham Nash. I'm now 100% convinced she'll have a career, if she plays her cards right. And as long as the words "Whoops! Take it from the top..." disappear from her vocabulary.
And, finally, I gotta say it. Much as I thought he'd likely win it, it was so obvious (to me, anyway) that it's a good thing Archie didn't. I love his voice, I love his potential. But watching him try to "vocal jam" with whoever that was up there at the piano last night was just awkward. He's
not a *jammer* yet ... maybe he never will be - but, then again, maybe he will. The other David looked (hair length/beard size aside) like he
belonged in ZZ Top. David A., though, seemed like he was ready [almost all the time] for the next guitar riff or unrestricted vocal direction to blow him right off that stage. His future is a golden one (unless his Dad squeezes the brilliance out of him, that is). I'm almost grateful he's on his way to a dazzling future, with a truly first-class ticket now, given time to grow into it. His own way. And, by the looks of things, he made a lot of good friends in high places. One of which, I'm thinking, is David Cook. Obviously, by now, David C. knows the
truest value of a "brother", honorary or by blood. And [yay!] he doesn't seem like the kind of dude who will forget the ladder he climbed once he reaches the top of it.
GREAT season and fun discussion, folks! Thank you all SO MUCH for joining in ... and I think we ought to do it again next year, yes? 'Til January, then

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