FOLLOWING IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF SUCH UNNAMED IDOL STARS AS MANDISA AND TRENYCE: Seriously, Chikezie? Get your last name back (it wasn't claimed by Ike Turner's estate or anything, was it?), and for Lord's sake find a new clothier and send that suit to a needy student at Clemson.
It's Young David Archuleta's world, and we're just living in it. Sure, Michael Johns and RastaBoy will be around for a while to entertain us, but if you're asking me if I saw a potential winner tonight it's him -- and certainly not the reincarnations of Johnny Weir and Plushy as weak teenyboppers.
Feinberg and I agree on David Cook giving off a serious Constantine Maroulis "you and I know this is silly" vibe, and on YDA: "He doesn't show very much vocal range and he has some rough high notes toward the end, but does anybody honestly believe this guy isn't going to be around through May? Maybe by that time we'll see if he performs every song with the same semi-robotic enthusiasm."
Likely gone: Luke Menard, Jason Yeager. If no one knows you yet, don't wuss out on a sleepy ballad.
e.t.a. de Moraes: "David Cook's hair no longer looks like my taxidermy rooster but it's still unnerving to watch him deliver a pseudo-rock version of the Turtles' 'Happy Together' while trying to sex it up with long looks at the camera that we think are supposed to convey smoldering sexuality but really scream 'homicidal.'"
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