AMERICAN IDOL, SEASON 12

I’m finally officially sick of American Idol! I realized last night that I’m actually forcing myself to watch the stupid show!

Are they really expecting us to believe that these are the ten best undiscovered singers in this whole country??????? There’s not one in the bunch who Mr. X and I look forward to hearing. I’ve heard better on karaoke nights!

Curtis, Devin, Kree, and Candice are really good. Amber and Angie, sort-of, as well. But do I want to hear them sing? Not really. It would be no loss if I never heard any of them again. And can it be any worse than Paul and Lazaro? You just know that creepy site that tries to make everyone vote to keep the worst ones around have chosen those two.

And the judging panel—don’t get me started on that one. Mariah and Nicki just sit there making faces when the other talks. And why does creepy Nicki always sit with her back to Randy? It’s just rude!

I’m a fan of Keith Urban and Mariah Carey, as performers, and actually as people, too. Keith at least adds some levity and class and charm. And does appear to be in the contestants’ corners. And Mariah does try to always say something positive. But in her obvious discomfort at being in this position to begin with, the audience really has to work hard to figure out just what she’s really trying to say. Most of all of their critiques are just a waste of time, in my opinion.

I don’t like her at all, but in fairness I have to admit that Nicki Minaj is somewhat amusing. But how rude is she to show up late to a live show??? She should not only be kicked-off the show, but she should be drummed-out of the entirety of show biz!!!

And she ridiculously championed that unfortunate little wreck of a guy, Charlie Askew, who couldn’t sing at all, and we could all see it was a danger to keep him in the competition, both for himself and others around him. I can’t even count how many places I read that the show should have a psychologist on-hand in case he didn’t make the Top Ten, which, thankfully, he did not. And I agreed with the people who thought the producers should be on suicide watch. (I’m not joking; I was really worried about his mental health, and felt they never should have put him through that whole process.)

So, that’s it. This group is lacking anyone who’s the least bit colorful or spectacular. Even last year’s winner, Phillip Phillips, the lowest key person ever, brought more to the table than this crew. I found myself clock-watching last night like never before. I couldn’t wait for the show to be over.

There are no great singers in the competition this year like Adam Lambert, (well, there’s no one in the world like that guy!,) Fantasia Barrino, Clay Aiken, Kelly Clarkson, Melinda Doolittle, Catherine McPhee, Jessica Sanchez, Joshua Ledet. There aren’t even fun ones like Scotty McCreery or creative jazz musician Casey Abrams or even nutty Taylor Hicks! There aren’t even any rockers like Constantine Maroulis or Chris Daughtry! C’mon here. Give us someone to root for.

And could someone tell Ryan Seacrest to take it down a notch, please? He’s gotten so full of himself that it’s almost embarrassing to watch him. I know he’s uber-successful, and is often good at his hosting job on the show. But the rest of the time, he seems to think that he’s in charge of the whole shebang, which I’m sure producer Nigel Lythgoe would have something to say about. Even if he does have more power over there than we know about, he’s gotten too obnoxious for words.

Okay, that’s all I want to waste time saying on this whole subject. I hope that by some miracle, the show gets better, but I’m not holding my breath. I’ll just have to watch my Adam Lambert DVDs to get a dose of real talent.