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Posted: 1/1/0001
Last night on American Idol, Scotty McCreery (who, for the record, is apparently okay with going by Scotty, like he s a terrier) welled up with tears during an Alan Jackson song, where he commemorated 9/11 with the lyrics, I watch CNN but I m not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran. Yyyyeah, we know they sound alike, but they are, in fact, two different countries. Like Minnesota and Missouri, but countries. Different. Places.
Then he sang Young Blood, a Lieber & Stoller classic that Scotty turned into a sort of goofy, children s-entertainer jamboree, his limbs all a janglin and his hands barely caressing that microphone like a piece of corn. And that stupid, stupid grin. That cocky, arrogant, li l-ol -me? face that somehow elicits gushing from the crowd, the judges, and Ryan Seacrest, who anointed the kid with the weird term Scotty The Body. Exactly what body is he talking about?
The highlight of the evening, for us at least, was seeing Scotty mentored by Lady Gaga. Unlike the Idol judges, whose creative criticism doesn t extend far beyond Learn who you are! and Be in it to win it! Gaga took a vested interest in helping enhance each contender s performance with actual suggestions, telling Scotty that he should adopt some sex appeal by pretending he s GASP! kissing a lady! A real, live lady! In fact, Gaga scared the smirk right off of Scotty s face, forcing him to kiss the cross around his neck and mutter, Lord, this is not my doing. ::Shudder:: Isn t that, like, a line of dialogue reserved exclusively for Tyler Perry s Madea?
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