I was just about livid with him last night, but the mp3 sounded much better this morning. I still really hope he plays it straight next week - if there is a next week. Please tell me we are sending home Mikalah tomorrow night.
I officially have my Constantine love kind of on probation. On the other hand, I'm going to have that line "I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of" going through my head for a couple of days now.
I'm beginning to think Carrie and Connie are like absolutely polar opposite contestants, and both lack an essential element that the other has in spades. She is perfect - neat, technically quite wonderful, beautiful tone, spectacular volume and control, and she's absolutely and completely vapid. Dead. Mindless. An absolutely gorgeous robot. He's messy and wild and undisciplined and unpredictable and often badly out of tune and 100% alive, passionate and howling. We've got a porcelain doll and a puppy who isn't housebroken.
Neither one is the American Idol. That's a person who tames the wildebeest of emotion and trains it to do her musical bidding - like Kelly Clarkson. (Bo and Nadia come the closest this year.) But I'll tell you what, I'm not sitting here stratching my head trying to figure out how I feel about the bland porcelain doll.
It would probably depend on whether he sang in tune or not, Jocelyn. A lot of people who dislike Connie were honest about how good he was last week.I wonder what the Constantine-bashers would say if he turned in a performance like Bo's last night?