Kris Allen is the new American Idol.
Did the viewers get it right?
Er, no. But, s**t happens. And, there are no words to describe this stench.
As my friend and I watched the show last night, we were positive that Adam had won. I mean, he sang with KISS! He came out with wings and had fire! Runner-ups don’t get pyro, do they? And, there is that small matter of him being a better singer. Oh sure, Kris is talented and cute. But, he’s so safe. Boring, bland, and forgettable. Well, we do need a new John Mayer. Ever since he’s dated Jessica Simpson and Jennifer Simpson, he has become such a douche.
I do have to give props to the Idol producers. They put together a great show – with the exception of the group number. They really need to stop doing that. But, there were so many highlights. I loved Steve Martin’s banjo, the return of Norman Gentle, and Kara’s sing-off with Bikini Girl. I dare say that Alison’s duet with Cyndi Lauper proved that she should have been in the finale with Adam. What could have been…
When Ryan announced that Kris had won, we screamed at the TV and tossed back a few more mojitos to dull the pain. Our only consolation is the fact that Adam will probably sell more CDs than Kris. He also doesn’t have to sing that car crash of a song, “No Boundaries”. Really, Kara? Sigh.
Thank God “So You Think You Can Dance” has started up again!