At last, the results show has a result ...

... I think. They've got like five minutes to pad things. So Randy starts things off with some predictable pablum about how they all should be proud of themselves, Paula talks about moments like these, and Simon says he liked these three and that the final should be a humdinger.

Aaaand ... the final two are David ... Archuleta ... aaaaand ... (screaaammmm) ... David Cook ... (screaammm).

Syesha goes home. waits for the phone calls from agents, managers and producers to flood in if they haven't already, and gets ready to count the bucks about six to 12 months from now when she releases an album. She's taking this very well, isn't she?

Preston and I were talking this afternoon about the earnestness of the show overall, and how irony and fun have all but disappeared from contemporary music. But there are exceptions. I leave you with one of them.

--Robert Philpot

Comments

[BJ]

That video has made me unsane.
Geez