American Idol Musings.

It's done. Carrie, the fresh ingenue from Oklahoma, donned a freakishly unflattering Grandma-of-the-Bride dress and accepted her crown as the newest American Idol. Now, as one who can tolerate neither Country nor Western, I was not a passenger on the Carrie Bandwagon...but I can respect the fact that of the two finalists, she was by far the best suited to the Idol Machine. And, let's face it...Bo's an acoustic kind of guy. His best performance was completely a capella. He would SO SUFFER under the agonizing over production and schmaltzy ballads of the AI routine. And that "first single" song really bit. He's free from that one, too.

The other thing that struck me during the 2 hour extravaganza was that nobody can use 2 hours to put on a 15 minute show quite like the gang at The Idol. Good heavens! We opened with a Beach Boys medley group number that made my ears bleed. Seriously. Stop with the group numbers, already. We were also subjected to the usual misty-eyed montages chronicling the AI careers of the final two. Yawn. There was a silly faux expose that revealed Simon Cowell's longtime affair with himself. The best part about this was seeing Randy try to sing and then appear in drag.

The "My Idol" montage opened a whole new can of worms. Worms like these:

**"I Believe I Can Fly" is one of the WORST SONGS EVER!!!! The next person who warbles this atrocity will be required to prove it by leaping from the top of the nearest tall building.

**Some of the "early out" young ladies definitely have an onstage career ahead of them....sadly, that stage features a shiny brass pole....

**Babyface must have done something very, very bad to someone very, very important somewhere along the line. Did you catch the visible wince when the Idolettes butchered one of their notes?


Anyhoo, that is the end of the TV season for me. As I have not other life to speak of, I am at a loss as to what to do with myself for the net few months. Sigh.