Umm so Teale, Mark and Chrislyn are the bottom three. There are some funny callers (love Ricki-Lee’s eyeshadow? kay…) and some technical difficulties (as usual). Andrew drags an audience member up to sit next to Teale. Lucky girl. She gets on tv. Wish I could get on tv…
My personal resentment aside, um, Pink is on soon. Damn, that totally didn’t work. Pink isn’t as horrendous as many other people in the world, it must be said. Congratulations to Pink.
Anyway, we’re now just moments away from learning who is going home.
Ugh, Teale is safe. I think Chrislyn is going home. Tonight… it ends… for one of you… based on the votes… it’s time to go… Chrislyn. Hamilton. Aww. She was nice. Bye Chris! Get ready, ’cause here you go.
Ow! Michael Jackson night! This should be good. He has an incredible back catalogue, so song choice will be a big factor. We open the night with a group rendition of ‘Don’t Stop Til’ You Get Enough’, one of my favourite MJ songs. So funky. So fresh. Teale sings his bit, and sounds out of place and crappy, and I suddenly have hope that he’ll be eliminated this week. Jacko is too cool for Teale. Even Luke sounds better than him! I may be dancing in my seat.
Hellooooo happy flower people, and welcome to the results show for Oz Idol’s Rolling Stones night. It was a night full of weirdness and good songs and goodness and weird songs. I’m a fairly hugemongous Rolling Stones fan, which may have played into my general disgust at the whole night. Disgust!
Well well well. I know this is later than usual, but hey; suck it. At least I get off my (metaphorical) arse and write a meaningless post about a reality television show every now and then – what do you do? Huh? Oh, you have a legitimate job? Oh, I see.
I’m not a huge fan of ABBA. They’re silly and fun, but I really don’t like the fact that we’ve got a whole night devoted to them. What about a Beatles night, a Motown night, a 70s night? All of those would be better than an ABBA night, for jeez sakes.
I’ll be recapping tonight’s episode of Australian Idol, and I’ll be posting that as soon as the credits roll.
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Eeep I missed the start! Madam Parker is singing ‘Hook Me Up’, so I assume she’s in the bottom three. Oh what! I missed the other two too; Tom Williams and Teale JacamalenkoYouBeauty!
I’m back, baby, I’m back! I’m interrupting an essay on The Tempest to write this, so you better appreciate it.
We kick off Aussie Hits night with a little intro for Darren Hayes, former member of Savage Garden and current member of Darren Hayes: The One Man Solo Experience. He’s a diva with disco fever. What more can I say? He mentored the singers during the week and he’ll be guest-judging tonight. Wee.
Jimbob begins by telling us there’ll be no more “after the break stuff”. Aw, the death of a tradition. Andy has the bottom 3 on cards in his pocket. Straight to business; who are they?
Wow. The first Top 12 night. This is it, y’all. No more auditions, finals and wildcards. Australian Idol is here. James and Andrew defy physics, one walking onto stage and the other jogging yet both arriving at the same time. The top 12 join them on stage, and holy shit this is a weird-ass final group. I can’t wait to see who delivers – will my not-so-secret favourite Madam continue to perform amazingly? Will Jonny Taylor continue to be slightly awkward and scare all the teen girls in the audience? Will I even care? All that and more; now!
Heyyy peeps. It’s Wildcard time. Draw Four! We recap last night’s performances and they’re still just as unimpressive as they were a day ago. Sophie really annoys me. She has massive audience support though (or maybe that was for Andrew G…).
Oh god, I can’t wait until I only have to do this once or twice a week. Last night was pretty interesting; we had a lost voice, a sugary sweet quarter boyband, and a sheep shearer. We kick off this evening with the revelation of the next 2 contestants through to the top 12.
Welcome to semi-final 2. Tonight we’ll learn which 2 contestants make it through to the finals on the back of last night’s performances, and see a new batch of budding pop stars sing their little butts off.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the first live show of the year – the first semi-final of Australian Idol 2008.
Ahhh, Idol. How I’ve missed you. I didn’t catch Thursday and Friday’s audition shows, but the judges forged on.. uh.. without me. The top 100 was rounded out, and tonight we’re going to be treated to Idol’s first Theatre Auditions to involve a live audience and a band. Excited? You bloody should be!
Tonight we’re in lovely [I missed the first few minutes], and boy is it [should have tuned in on time]! We meet a young poet named IForget, whose poetry is as forgettable as his forgetful face forget forget. We’re treated to some boring stuff, and then we’re introduced to [fuck, gotta pay more attention], a 16 year old lad who is as nervous as hell. He manages the nerves well though, and gives a great audition. Seriously, massive props. He can sing really well.
Sup y’all? I’ve gotta level with you; I kinda forgot to blog tonights episode. Therefore, tonights writins shall be truncated and un-elongated.
The Idol Auditions Tour Bus rolled on up to Brisvegas, and we met a whole buncha crazy. There were disbelievers, screamers, dreamers and beavers. Afros, fatties, costumes and tears. A few good singers, and a few bad singers. More bad than good. Ah well, cest la vie.