Danny Gokey. DEFINITELY NOT DOOMED. Nice guy, looks the part, apparently beloved by competitors, has a voice that is strong, rich, warm, and boring the way that Idol likes it. HE HAS A DEAD WIFE. I think in the Idol backstory sympathy tree, dead wife trumps, in order: orphan; going to Iraq as soon as eliminated; one dead parent; single mom; uncommodifiably sick brother; abject poverty; prior failure as recording artist; debilitating stupidity; and closetedness. Gokey may be a little mature for the tweens, but what Idol-voting grandma isn't going to vote for him? They should play him in with the score from Sleepless in Seattle. I'm sad, though, that Jamar Rogers isn't still here, because every time they hugged I sang "it's guy love … between two guys."
Incidentally, my favorite thing about Rogers was that he looked like he walked into a piercing studio, blindfolded the guy with the needle, spun him around three times, and told him, "just poke a hole into whatever you run into first." It's Pin the Tail on the Donkey with a higher risk of infection. And not to spend half this post talking about somebody who's already been eliminated, but I disagree more with the reason given for Rogers's departure -- "took bad risks" -- than with his departure itself. As far as I can tell, by "bad risks," the judges mean that when Rogers came to the part of a song where every other Idol contestant would cram in as much melisma as would fit, Rogers did that staccato "aa - aa - aa" thing (Ann Powers attributes this tic to Jason Mraz, with whom I'm mostly unfamiliar because I'm not a fan of the Mraz/Mayer/Blunt frat-boys-getting-laid-music genre), which may be just as bad but at least was different and surely isn't worse.
Stevie Wright. MAY NOT BE DOOMED. I have no particular thoughts about Stevie Wright except that she seems likeable and competent enough to get into the top spot, for work-related reasons I've been almost everywhere in California but have never heard of her hometown of Phelan, and she has a giant mouth. I would like to see a competition between Stevie Wright and Kristen McNamara to find out which of them could stuff the largest whole cantaloupe into her mouth. My money is on Wright, though I think McNamara would work harder. If there were a biathalon where the two events were singing and putting whole cantaloupes into one's mouth, I would sponsor Wright.
Jackie Tohn. UNFORTUNATELY MAY NOT BE DOOMED. Every year there are a few bargain-bin Melissa Etheridges who think they're Janis Joplin. One of them usually gets through with the judges saying they want a bluesy rocker, and then the bluesy rocker gets a deserved weekly beat-down for having only one tired and amateurish note to play, but survives on the 10% of the Idol voting audience that loves the sound of cigarettes and cough syrup because it reminds them of the carefree days before the sobriety and the child-rearing and the dead-end job and the visits to the oncologist. Jackie Tohn is schtick, every bit as much as Norman Gentle but less funny. Her lean-back-arm-askew-limp-wrist-head-toss-strut is pure Jenna Maroney-is-Janet-Jopler. She even looks like she follows Joplin's fitness regime. It's not that easy to get love handles on a skinny girl. She has a better chance than she deserves. I think it's Tohn vs. Wright for the top female spot this week.
Michael Sarver. MAY NOT BE DOOMED. I see him anywhere from two to five in this group if he gets to sing something country. Remember that Joshua Gracin has a career. Those people are out there. Sarver has a much better voice than Gracin and seems like less of a dork, though more likely to mumble a vaguely threatening insult questioning your sexual preference. Given the right songs and arrangements, he could last a while.
Anoop Desai. MAY NOT BE DOOMED. I don't know if Anoop Dogg's stiffness will play on the stage, but he is goofily likeable. What was he thinking, doing "My Prerogative," I wonder? I think it was wry and subtly ironic, but he may just be an unironic nerd. Hard to say. After Scrubs, I kind of want to call him Other Indian Guy (Spacewoman said this first). He's non-threatening enough to maybe appeal to the tweens and grandmas, and he has the folklorist bloc in total lockdown. He'd have to knock off Sarver to get through this week, and I'd give the edge to Sarver. I would probably watch a sitcom where Sarver and Anoop have to share a one-bedroom apartment.
Alexis Grace. PROBABLY DOOMED BUT POSSIBLY NOT DOOMED. Alexis Grace has had the two mommiest haircuts in Idol semifinalist history. A streak of pink in a mom haircut does not make it young; it just means that mom fell asleep in the Kool-Aid again. Also, she wore mom jeans to her audition. When you are a teen mom going to an Idol audition, I would think you'd want to emphasize the "teen" half of your inevitable description. Frankie Jordan and Megan Corkrey are also young moms, but they didn't roll up with Honda Odysseys and canvas totes with their kids' school pictures on them. Anyway, I think I remember Grace lacking the pipes or star quality to gather enough votes. Then again, who doesn't love a teen mom? I don't give her much more than an outside shot at beating Tohn or Wright, but stranger things have happened.
Casey Carlson and Anne Marie Boskovich. DOOMED; REPRIEVE TO FOLLOW. Conventional wisdom says that Idol's most active voting blocs are grandmas and tween girls. That means that in Idol's world, and only in Idol's world, a boy's table manners and unstubbled chin are more valuable currency than a woman's bedroom eyes and long legs. I am guessing, though I'm not sure, that a very high level of attractiveness is actually a burden that a female Idol contestant has to overcome with Idol's core voters, outweighing the relatively small group of people who will vote for a woman because they saw her bikini shots on collegegirlsusa.com. My guess is that short of superstar chops, the only hope either of these women would have with voters would be if they were so cute that the tween girls wanted to be just like them -- an idea that may be more myth than reality. Incidentally, I don't mean to suggest that these women are pretty in the same way or measure. Carlson is magazine-cover pretty, and would fit right into the cast of any brightly-colored youth-skewing show you could imagine -- The Hills; 90210; Chuck. Boskovich could get there with a makeover, but right now she's more the kind of pretty that pens a horrifying tale of loss and reflection in Glamour, where the text is "perseverence blah blah character," but the subtext is "suffering is beautiful in proportion to the beauty of the sufferer." I guess basically the difference is that Carlson is out and about in bikinis or cowboy boots with puffy mini-dresses, and Boskovich is office casual. Both of these women sang competently the few times we heard them (though Carlson forgot the lyrics once), which I presume elevates them beyond all-look-no-chops contestants like Antonella Barba or Hayley Scarnato or Kristy Lee Cook. That leaves a theoretical chance that either could rise into the Underwood/McPhee "pretty but also good" category. Idol, though, seems to want to squelch that chance by putting both attractive brunettes in the same group, splitting their votes and signaling that Idol itself (as opposed to its judges) doesn’t believe that attractive women lead to better ratings. Whatever happens I think at least one of them will go into the Wild Card round by judicial fiat. My advice to them would be to sing to Simon, not to the cameras.
Stephen Fowler. DOOMED. I liked him, but his voice was less memorable than his inability to remember the lyrics to a song he said would be easy to remember. Also, he seemed uncomfortable moving around on stage, preferring the barrier of the piano. He seems like a better and less frivolous musician than this show requires. I don't think he has the charm to outdo four other guys in this group.
Ricky Braddy. DOOMED. Ricky Braddy is the assumed identity of an undercover agent added to this show at the last moment as part of a nationwide manhunt for sinister criminal mastermind Keith Brent. Even for men in deep cover, the habits of a Company Man die hard, and while a grey suit and red tie are out of the question on this show, "Ricky Braddy" managed to wear a sport coat in his happy dance video and a cardigan in his AI contestant bio shot. Since the key to being undercover is keeping a low profile, "Ricky Braddy" successfully avoided all cameras during the audition and Hollywood rounds. That's fine, because the government expects to have to chase sinister criminal mastermind Keith Brent elsewhere next week, and low profile = no votes.
Brent Keith. DOOMED. He used to be Keith Brent before the authorities got wise to his sinister criminal masterminding. One of the first things you learn when on the lam is to pick an assumed name that is close enough to your real name to kindle an immediate association when you hear it. The moment Brent Keith gets voted off, he will start setting up checking accounts as Kent Breith.
Tatiana Del Toro. MUST BE DOOMED, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY.
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