Oh wait, is there a blog to be written? I'm too busy cowering in the corner from how much Adam Lambert's earpieces had the unfortunate effect of making him look like Dr. Spock last night. I was skeered. But this is the only picture I could find.
So, um, Adam's going to be in the finals. He's got to be, right? Because nobody's listening to what I think. But I'll say it anyway. I'm just so...confused. I sort of had a love/hate relationship with Adam's rendition of One, and a hate/hate relationship with his rendition of Cryin'. Where I think Adam excels, you see, is in the Broadway ballad-y kind of thing. That's where he sometimes gives me chills, and where I see the incredible artistry of his voice. I can totally get that he's in the cast of Rent. Where Adam makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little is when he does his rock god impersonation. It just. doesn't. work. for me. Not ever. Even my husband said last night, "Who's going to buy his record?" I dunno. Maybe they told Freddie Mercury the same thing. And he seemed to do all right in the end.
We all know the only question tonight is whether Adam will face off against scruffily sympathetic widower Danny or dreamboat boy-of-the-moment Kris. Can anyone guess which way I'm leaning? I sort of suspect deep down that my boy Kris will go, just as I (incorrectly) predicted last week. But now I'm starting to wonder if there's more of a wellspring of support for Kris than we've been led to believe. The whole dark horse thing. Remember that they didn't even show a single clip of him in the preliminary rounds. And they seemed to anoint Danny from early on. So, I'm going to put on my rose-colored glasses and send Danny packing. Just for a goof. Say hi to the kids in Sunday school!