All of Memphis audtioned for American Idol this year.
I would like to say that I want to see more good auditions, fewer awful ones, and zero instances of Simon saying people look like monkeys.
This first guy’s name is Frank Byers, so he should go to the next round, because my husband’s name is Frank. Scratch that. I am not enjoying this. It is wonky and feels like a Slinky to me. He could sing, but I felt like he was a Slinky. And now two men are lifting Ryan in the air. Hrm.
Timika Sims. That is an unfortunate place for her hoodie string’s knot to be. She’s never sung in front of anyone before. And Randy is off his nut this year. He just laughs at everyone. You’re bad? Randy will laugh at you. You’re awful? It’s a laugh from Randy.
Christopher Rivera. Another joke. Somebody slashed his pants with a machete covered in paint.
Alexis Partee, the stripper with the bangle bracelets that went out in the 1980s. I have nothing to say about that.
This guy’s dad named him Sundance Head. It was hell to grow up with that name, he says. I’m so glad he owns it, because if he makes it through, I will have so much fun with that. The marquee says Jason ‘Sundance’ Head. Ooh, and he’s from Texas. And he starts singing, and can he just sing for the entire hour? Why do they have to show all these other jokers at all? Just let this guy hit those high notes that left me breathless. Ok, enough cliches. (One is enough for me.) And I’m a big Taylor Hicks fan, but I have to agree with Simon. This snicker Sundance guy (it helps me say it if I say the word “guy” after his name) is better at first glance. We’ll see how he stacks up. I hope he’s not one of those that Simon was talking about that made it to Hollywood and then crumbled before the final 24.
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