So, I was finally able to watch American Idol last night. Because the UberHusband and I have become social all of a sudden, I’ve missed AI the last two weeks and vowed that I would watch it last night.

Oh boy…70s dance hits! Now, let me get this out of the way…I thought Carrie Underwood was horrible last night. She’s one of my favorites, so it pained me to listen to her struggle through “Macarthur Park” and have to catch her breath and tentatively hit those big notes (which finished big, but still)…plus, she was wearing that 80s Power Ballad Night Hair that worked then but…anyhoo.

Then…then…she started babbling about how she didn’t know what the song was about and that it was an amazing song…except for the lyrics. Yeah. Okay. Even the UberHusband, whom I think has a bigger crush on Miss Underwood than the Simonator, wiggled a little at how young and clueless she sounded.

Everyone thought she was great, though…and I didn’t see it. Oh well, what do I know. I just vote and then people like Fantasia and Ruben win anyway.

The funny thing I’ve noticed about American Idol contestants this season…they’re like math geniuses. Let me explain. They can solve differential equations and launch space shuttles but struggle to balance their checkbook. These contestants (I can’t call them kids since two of them aren’t that much younger than me…well, yeah they are)…these kids hit these amazing notes and hold them and sound great but can’t consistently handle the simple melodies in these songs.

I call it the middle school/high school talent show syndrome…everyone thinks you’re great even if you honk and snort but, if you can squeak out that one big note, then everyone’s up on their feet, giving you the standing O. Of course, this works great when performing in front of your parents but the real world demands a little more…consistency. Or, maybe I’m the only one who demands more consistency, given the fact that Scott Savol is still there.

And, I think Anthony Federov is kind of cute. Is that wrong?

Snarky…out!