Anyway, how's the "idolization" of Lee DeWyze working out for you? I bet you've been mindlessly driving around town just so you can jam out to Lee's bodyrockin' cover of U2's "Beautiful Day," right? I bet you spend every Saturday "underpants dancing" in front of your mirror, singing Lee DeWyze's debut album, Live It Up, into a hairbrush. (Fun Lee DeWyze fact! Lee's post-Idol debut sold a whopping 98,000 copies. In comparison, poor Justin Bieber's My World 2.0 sold only 1.4 million copies - in its first two months.) And I'm certain I will see you whooping it up in the parking lot before the next big Lee DeWyze concert - at the opening of Gold-N-Guns Pawn Shop just off Route 113 in Kankakee, Illinois. (Justin Bieber has never been to a pawnshop in his life.)
OKAY! Enough making fun of Lee DeWyze - after this one last joke. Lee DeWyze is so fat, when he broke his arm, gravy ran out. (Just kidding! I'm talking about Lee's mom.) Anyway, it's not Lee's fault that he's not America's true "idol." The fault rests solely in the irresponsible and psoriasis-covered hands of American Idol, which has looooooong outlived any usefulness and yet returns this week (Wed Jan 19, Fox, 8 pm) for its 10th season with more plastic surgery than Joan Rivers and my aunt Wanda COMBINED.
Idol's season 10 changes include an almost entirely new judges table, featuring Jennifer "Look at my booty so you'll forget my almost nonexistent music career" Lopez, Aerosmith's Steven "Does my face look like it's being suspended from the ceiling by 1,000 fish hooks?" Tyler, and (HEAVY SIGH) the extremely unwelcome return of Randy "What was I doing on this show in the first place?" Jackson.
Other changes include a brand-new set (which will supposedly move the band offstage and force the performers to stop "hiding behind their guitars"), a "sudden death round" that will narrow the field from 20 to the top 10, and dumping the stupid rule that requires the same number of men and women in the final group. HOWEVER! They've obviously forgotten the most important change of all, which is the NAME. This show never has and never will choose America's "idol." We've always done that quite nicely without the help of Ryan Seacrest, and will continue to do so. So what would be a more appropriate name?
"Ladies and gentlemen. THIS... is the Lee DeWyze Memorial Singer's Graveyard!" (Hmm... sorry, Ryan. That's a bit of a mouthful. I'll keep working on it!)
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