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.
So, last week we lost the amazing Madam Parker. This week we’re faced with the prospect of a damn good sock-rocking. Will the contestants rock our socks off, or will they remain firmly upon our sweaty Sunday feet? All hail The Rock. The night starts off a little rocky, with the audience mics (or the fake audience sounds) fading in and out during the opening credits.
- Tom Williams leaving Australian Idol – get a few years of singing lessons under your belt, boy
- The Nintendo Wii – played my friend’s the other day and am now determined to get one for myself (donations are welcome)
- Mid-Semester Break – so far I’ve done 2 essays in 4 days but I still need to do 4 more
- The new season of Survivor! – Gabon is full of elephant dung. My favourite contestant at this point is Charlie, with the rest jockeying for second. An interesting bunch…
- 8 Out Of 10 Cats – Jimmy Carr hosts a panel show about statistics. Doesn’t sound great, but the team captains (Sean Locke and Jason Manford) are funny and so is the show. YouTube it.
- Jodhi Meares – she brought down AusNTM with her overt favouritism and lack of professionalism. I’m overjoyed to hear that she quit/was fired. Apparently, Australian model Cheyenne Tozzi (who is one year younger than me, damnit! where’s my big break?) is tipped to host next season.
- The Economy – basically, we’re all doomed. The Great Depression v2.0 is just around the corner.
- My hair – seriously, I can’t seem to do anything with it.
- Rove – he’s apparently signed a 2-year contract with 10. Why can’t he go away and give someone else the opportunity to host a talk show? I’d do a much better job than him. Letterman is my god.
- The new Kings Of Leon – I don’t mean that I dislike their latest album, oh no. It’s quite good, if you like The Killers-via-Bruce Springsteen-plus The Rolling Stones at thier poppiest. What happened to the band who made Youth & Young Manhood? I want that gritty Southern rock back.
What’s on your Like list? What are you hatin’ on at the moment? Comment section is your friend.
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.
For any regular readers (if there are any…?), I must apologise for not recapping the latest week of Oz Idol. I was lying on the couch and my laptop was alll the way over there and… well… I got nothin’. Highlights: Brooke got eliminated, Chrislyn was awesome, Brooke got eliminated, Tom cried, Brooke got eliminated, Brooke got eliminated.
I’ve got a pile of university assignments to attend to so I can’t promise I’ll be recapping next week, but I’ll try. Again, I don’t even know how many people actually care, so I can’t promise anything. Am I talking to myself? This is freaking me out.
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…).
Sooo I didn’t get to sit and watch this properly because it’s Father’s Day and I was hanging out with my father. My opinions of the contestants still stand; love Roshani and Nicole, dislike Sophie, Jonny, James etc. Unsure why Fat Brooke got a second chance. Unsure why Voice-Lost Brooke didn’t. Luke Dinkens is a cracker, but not the greatest singer, although I’d rather him through instead of heaaaaps of the others. Freaky Fringe has the strongest image, which is why she got a chance but I really don’t think she’s anything special.
On the off-chance that any of the contestants read this; it’s not personal. You all seem like great people, so don’t take this in a negative way – after all, who am I to give my opinion on reality tv contestants? I can’t sing for shiz. So if any contestants read this, feel free to drop me a comment like Hayley Corrigan from Adelaide did.
I’ll blog tomorrow night’s results episode in a more complete and proper manner. Seeya then!
Woooooooo says the audience. Night 4; the final semi-final. We see the last batch of singers tonight, so buckle up and kick back.
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.