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I think I’ve figured out why Blake Lewis has dropped off in appeal for me…it’s his hair. I loved his blonde hair, and now he looks just like all the other brunettes on the stage…well, you know what I mean. Didn’t he realize the folks on The Soup were kidding when they were hawking the House of Sanjaya as the answer to all that ails your hair?

You have to kind of know going in though, that with Blake, LaKisha, Melinda and Jordin…Barry Gibb Night is going to be a bit of a challenge. Barry Gibb Night was a bit of a challenge for me, as the first thing I said when BG started speaking was, “When did Barry Gibb turn into Sean Connery?” I was hoping he’d say something like, “That’s what yer mother said, Trebek!”

At least Jordin didn’t say, “Omigod! My grandma loves you!”

On the upside, for the first time in my 35 years, I was actually able to understand the lyrics to all the songs, except for “Woman In Love.” I already knew all the words to that song (which embarrasingly, I was able to demonstrate to CU last evening) as my mother enjoyed playing the Guilty album every single Saturday morning while she cleaned the house. I’ve always suspected that was her way of getting me up and out of bed, because really, what 15-year old can actually sleep with that racket playing in the living room?

I didn’t have that same experience of immediate lyric recognition during Blake’s second performance of “Unknown B Side.” As much as I hate to say it, I think Blake’s on his way out.

Or…maybe it will be LaKisha. Phil Stacey went out in a “Blaze of Glory” last week…oh the irony if “Staying Alive” seals the same fate for LaKisha. Maybe Melinda had the right idea when she told BG she wanted to avoid singing about losers.