American Idol Season IX

fredbok87

haha..big mike keluaq...tapi WTH judges save ????

mcm tk berbaloi ... laaaa......

jetrofa

Singkirkan ja lah semua tu...bagi tinggal 4 org ja...Casey Crystal, Siobhan n Lee...fast forward katanya..

jetrofa

Uols perasan x setiap kali result shows Ryan dah tak nyatan jumlah undian masuk?..x mcm season2 lepas..slalu sebut 30, 34 mill votes.....motip??

jpl_fan

pesal judges pakai awal sgt save tuu...kalo lee kuar nanti mcm maner
aku tak tau fan base lee kuat ker tak...aku dah risau

sweetmm

Next week fans akan concentrate giler2 vote nak safe their favourites; I want my C&C finale.

randa

haiy0...
tolong ar vote Lee byk2
(ditujukn utk org america ja)
jgn lak mggu dpan die salah sorg yg kena eliminate
xde seri da id0l tanpa die

i_know_you_wont

Andrew Garcia MESTI OUT next week..
Tak suka lihat muka dia bila diumumkan bottom 3 dan bottom 2
dia buat muka mcm dia tak patut...
BOOOO

i_know_you_wont

THE PERSON TO LEAVE NEXT WEEK:
PATUT : ANDREW GARCIA,
MUNGKIN : AARON KELLY, TIM URBAN, KATIE STEVENS, MICHAEL LYNCHE

Yg perform tak baik dlm list MUNGKIN tu PADA MINGGU DEPAN akan jadi PATUT

HideGulz

next week adam ada kat AI? ok, aku tengok~

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Abe Casey turun tangga pun sama level dgn Lee

sweetmm

Kesian Crystal ber ia2 lari nak dapatkan Mike, Mike pi munasabah diri dulu   Seperti biasa ada tiang lampu kat belakang.

jpl_fan

kat maner leh dpt studio version erk...aku dah teraddicted ngan lagu jealous guy...

sweetmm

1257# jpl_fan

http://www.mediafire.com/?b1yj42zmdol

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'American Idol': On the scene for Top 9 results night and Big Mike's Big Save
by Whitney Pastorek

The climax of tonight’s American Idol results show was the judges’ “unanimous” decision to save Big Mike from the jaws of irrelevance for another week, and the scene in the Idoldome as he sang for his survival was like something out of Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: Verukara Salt wanted a golden goose, she wanted a golden goose now, and she was not going to stop until Daddy gave her one. Kara begged. She pleaded. She cajoled. She clenched her fists and stomped her feet and refused to take no for an answer. It was beautiful to witness, all that emotion coming out of one tiny, overstyled body, trying to rescue a relative stranger from a fate that’s likely to befall him at some point in the next three weeks anyway.

Was this the right time to use The Save, PopWatchers? Was it the right person? Will it matter in the long run? Unless you happen to have Matt Giraud on speed dial, the answer to that third question may forever linger unknown. But it sure did make good entertainment for a second there. THIS…was American Idol.

Rihanna’s performance was today’s pre-tape, and I walked into the Idoldome to see her standing on the catwalk behind the judges’ table, strapped into a Flying V guitar. The mosh pits were flooded with thick, milky fog, Debbie the Stage Manager rising out of the mist like a plaid Loch Ness Monster. There were flamethrowers, there was a huge band setup complete with forward-tilted keyboard, there were grinder girls in steel breastplates milling about the bleachers. The judges’ chairs were removed as the audience was escorted in and Ri-Ri (note: not Ry-Ry) taped an interview in the middle of the stage. “It’s crazy what’s gonna happen,” Cory the Warmup Comedian told the excited crowd. “React accordingly.”

Lacey Brown was back tonight, signing the t-shirts of two small crew-cutted boys seated at the end of my row. The Stairs of Death were wheeled out, and Debbie bravely scaled their great heights, showing no signs of fear from her terrifying fall last season. There she stood, silhouetted in dramatic magenta, counting down the minutes until the pre-tape would begin. “This song is hot,” Cory told us. “Obviously, at the end, we’ll all be standing.”

Debbie called out, “We are rolling,” and two men in black emerged to light the giant sterno pots on either side of the stairs. “Audience, I’ll cue you when to applaud,” said Debbie, but there was no need — as Rihanna emerged at the top of the staircase, clad in her shiny vinyl linebacker suit, the place went nuts. Much like Kara didn’t know what to make of Siobhan’s performance last night, I remain a little perplexed as to what I think about “Rock Star,” but I can tell you that 1) Rihanna was indeed singing with her very own voice, and 2) the grinder girls looked really dumb in person.

When Ri-Ri finished the number, she stood on the center platform, blowing kisses and waving to the crowd. “Sssssomeone’s a rock staaaaar,” Cory sibilantly sang, thus helpfully connecting the song’s theme and the production’s intent, for those still lost. Rihanna needed but that one take, and before departing, she took a second to borrow Cory’s mic and say, “Thank you guys. Thank you so much. You guys are awesome. Have fun.” The air was smokey. It smelled like the Fourth of July, like that sad part of the night when the fireworks are all used up and no one’s quite sure who’s gonna get stuck with the leftover potato salad.

With quite a bit of time to kill before the broadcast started — and the audience spiraling into asphyxiated naptime thanks to the pyrotechnical residue in the air — Cory decided he wanted to “do something.” I was initially skeptical, as is my wont, but then he grabbed the two crew-cutted boys from the end of my row and had them put on a dance exhibition. Max, 7, and Jack, 9, were a couple of little charmers from Jersey, and they breakdanced/sprinklered/pencil-sharpened their way right into our hearts. For those unfamiliar with the latter dance, it’s where you stick one arm straight out in front of you (the pencil) and crank an invisible handle on your back (the sharpener). It is my new favorite thing of all time. After winning us all over, Max and Jack told Cory their favorite Idol was Big Mike, but they weren’t allowed to vote for him because their mom likes Crystal. Cory helpfully solved that problem by giving Max and Jack their very own Samsung Mythic, which is a type of phone. To her credit, Mom did not punch Cory.

Tonight’s lone celebrity audience member was Quinton Aaron, star of The Blind Side, and while I hesitate to draw too many parallels between him and Big Mike, I can tell you that the only person the small children of the Idoldome love more than Big Mike is Quinton Aaron. Even though most people know him only as IsThatTheGuyFromBlindSide?, Quinton’s entrance was met with total unfiltered glee. In exchange, he flashed the room a sweet, sheepish smile. The cockles of my heart, they warmed.

Afternoon turned to evening. A pair of moms and daughters arrived in the audience, split into the rows in front of and behind me. One of the moms had a “MamaSox Rox” sign, and sweetly offered to switch places with her mom friend when I mentioned it was blocking my view. The daughters had signs, too, heavily glitter-encrusted numbers supporting Tim (“Timmay“) and Big Mike. The judges came through the crowd: Kara, then Randy, then Ellen, who hugged Kara. Your. Top. 9. did a fly-by, silver microphones in hand, to set up for the group number. Ryan and Simon entered simultaneously. The judges huddled as the Look How Good They All Did Last Night intro montage began, and we were underway.

Although tonight’s Lennon/McCartney medley was really more of a Beatles Catalog Lotto Number Drawing (“Aaaand, the next ball up… is… ‘All You Need is Love’!”), I feel it was enhanced by both the monochromatic costume design and the minimal dancing. The tempo changes between each song nugget wreaked havoc on the swaybots’ rhythm, but everyone really nailed the final lift-the-cloud ending pose, and the crowd loved it. I’m pretty sure this year’s senior production of Godspell is gonna be the best one yet.

We cut to commercial and the girls were hauled off for wardrobe changes while the boys got to recline. Cory broke the tragic news to a girl with a “Siobhan is the Bomb” sign that she’d been holding it upside down through the whole medley, then he coached us all through expressing the proper level of disappointment at the night’s inevitably disappointing results. With 20 seconds to spare, the girls and the judges made it back to their seats, and the Ford commercial began. Here is what I learned: Girls like Tim. Older ladies like Casey. The mosh pits like Andrew. Aaron needs to step it up. I did not learn anything about Ford.