American Idol – Season 7 – Auditions – Miami
Bienvenido a Miami Idol Fans!!!
American Idol invades the land of sun, sand, and the best dang Cuban cigars this side of Havana. As anticipated (since it makes such good TV,) they grow them crazy in the Florida sun. Yeah you haven’t heard music this bad since the Miami Vice Soundtrack… uh, not that I own that CD or anything… Anyhoo, a whole 17 hopefuls make it to LA.
Best Moments
Suzanne Toon
Single Mom with Shirley Temple curls anda sultry voice. She gravels her way through a Bonnie Raitt song and right to Hollywood.
Syesha Mercado
The singer/actress (read waitress) is the happiest girl on earth. Her dad just got out of rehab, she’s a hottie, and the girl can sang. Blather believes she’s probably one of the best of the season…. no wonder she’s so perky.
Remiele Maluby
Four words… tiny body, big voice.
“The Reason We Really Watch” Moments
Corliss Smith and Britney Wescott
Big sassy girls with big jazzy voice. The 2 friends proclaim their love for Simon and Randy. They hug Simon and give him more woman than he can obviously handle. I love that Cowell is scared of fat chicks.
Shannon McGough
This colorful sprite works in her parents meat market grinding hamburger. She screams through a Janis Joplin tune without any semblance of talent similar to the great songtress. She’s shocked that she can’t sing. I’m not. Her whole “shtick” was grinding on my nerves.
Julie Dubela
Four years ago, she was on American Juniors… a show created specifically for Stage parents to live vicariously through their semi talented, voice coached prepubescent spawn. Thank god that’s over. She has a nice voice but the over confident, over-singing, over-dramatic, over-indulgent attitude just makes you hate her more than her ugly crocheted dress.
Brandon Black
“B” storms into the room with a comedy routine so bad, it could make Open Mic Night illegal. He thinks he’s funny, points to god and than breaks into song. It’s so bad. If Prince and Urkel had one drunken night together and then dropped the baby on it’s head… here’s what you’d get.
And that’s Miami! Would Gloria Estefan be proud… probably not. But hey, it’s better than Don Johnson’s CD any day.
Peace, Love & Rhythm,
Kristi