Then there’s the Belmont kid. Colton Dixon. I don’t know if he actually goes to Belmont, but he looks like he hangs out outside PM drinking Cokes (go Jesus!) and talking about hair products. He had a whole CCM, emo, Movement Nashville vibe, but didn’t squeak into the next round. The brilliant Richard Lawson at Gawker thinks he was robbed.
So, who do I like this year? Normally I’m a jealous skeez who hates pretty girls, but I find myself wanting to brush Julie Zorrilla’s hair. Plus, she can sing! And play piano!! I also like the opera singer with the strange goth style and quiet intelligence. Casey Abrams dresses like a kid in the co-op house at a crunchy private college (ask to see his hacky sack collection), but I like the whole stand-up bass thing. Naima Adedapo also makes me smile. Lastly, Robbie Rosen — who Lawson, in his wonderful, euphemistic way, called “New York-y” — fills my Jew heart with joy.
Hate? Sure. James Durbin, the destitute man’s Adam Lambert. Jordan Dorsey, mean to young, round people. And Thia Megia — 15 is too young to have an ironic fashion sense.
Hopefully they’ll have me back next week to share more thoughts with you on this most Nashville-tastic of Idol seasons. Let’s see how Paul McDonald handles the big stage.
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