Thirteen-year-old Rachel Crow’s rendition of Mercy was kicky, soulful and dripping with talent. Kid’s got chops!
Now for the judges and host. Let me ask, is Antonio “L.A.” Reid’s presence suppose to mean something? He’s a former performer, a music mogul and Perri "Pebbles” Reid’s ex husband. Yeah, whatever. He just reminds me of an outlet version of Randy Jackson – you get some good deals… just on the cheap… with some irregularities.
I think Steve Jones is so much more entertaining than tapioca Seacrest. Seacrest = Sea snore. Team Jones all the way.
As for Paula, Paula is Paula… lots of fun, full of heart. Big whoop if only some of her cookies are baked and the others still frozen. She is terrific and it’s fun to see her and Simon back at it again.
I love Nicole Scherzinger and have since she was part of Eden’s Crush, but what on earth did Cheryl Cole do to get FIRED? Cole was delightful, relaxed and refreshing. Did she cut in front of Simon when refilling her Pepsi? Did she yank Paula’s extensions out at the local Denny’s? Hmmm… Did she ask L.A. Reid if Peri ever gave him the benefit before they split? Inquiring minds want to know.
As for Simon, he definitely embodies the phrase, “that’s entertainment”.
The X Factor proves to all those naysayers that Cowell definitely has the “it” factor when it comes to showmanship and Idol wasn’t a fluke. Is X Factor American Idol part deux? Do you prefer Cheryl or Nicole? Should Cheryl have remained and Reid gotten the pink slip?
Oh, wait, here comes my Jersey roommate Snooki. Ah, Snook, what is that you’re holding? A what? Wha-? What the heck is a “bumpits” ? Nah, I’ll pass, I’d rather have frothing rodents in my hair than a friggin’ hair IUD.