So,
the moral of last night’s Dolly Parton-themed American Idol? One: what does it say about my relationship, that
The Boy and I can only agree to watch American
Idol together (while simultaneously kind of loathing it). Not that we
opened a book or anything; there’s a metaphor for America in there somewhere…
Two: Dolly Parton rocks my world. Every world. She’s an amazing singer/songwriter with a deep soul,
deep cleavage, and at age 62, she might just be your new sexual
superhero. (Check out Ada Calhoun’s ode to Dolly, and her sexual
proclivities, here.)
Three: Shouldn’t supposed,
future American Idols be…um…a little better at singing? I don’t get it. And
even the singers I think are fabulous (hello Carly Smithson) end up with the
judges yawning their way through their reviews. (Or, with Simon critiquing her
outfit. Dude hates a gal with curves.) But David Archuleta gets up there
and the judges practically wet themselves. Maybe actually. Just a little.
I guess the moral of the
tale: whatever you or I think of the singers, the shenanigans, or the show in
general…at least this week will potentially give the proverbial “whole new
generation” a taste of the genius that is Dolly Parton.
Check out all the finalists’
performances, after the jump.
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