All the clocks on the second floor are still an hour behind so I slept late. Good morning, all!
Today, JoAnn and I have estate calls to make, perhaps even a stop out to dad's house and check out the scene. My full day in Oxford, Ohio, tomorrow has been confirmed, and I am looking forward to it.
DR JRand56, re Sanjaya and my comments: Paula(?) kept screaming at him "you are an entertainer" and she could have equally called him a brain surgeon, an accountant, since he is none of them. Liberace was, to my ears, a facile pianist, but not a great musician, covering the fact with extra glitz and boas; I can see Sanjaya's secondrate performances going the same Vegas route for a lot of bluehaired ladies who mother sexually ambiguous men.
What I found interesting last night were that the singer of "Mack the Knife" may know Bobby Darin's version but I doubt he knows the original melody Darin was riffing on, not a single chord in Lakisha's "Blues In the Night" sounded to me like any of the ones Arlen actually wrote, and I hate the way the songs get truncated to fit their time spots: Melinda's verse was missing bars but I thought she was the best thing all evening with Jordin coming in second. I found it interesting that Simon thought she was "cabaret-y" and I thought the singer of "Smile" was more so. I'd like/forgive Chris more for his transgressions against the Great American Songbook if his performance didn't smack to me of "Aren't I just too cute for words?"