Considering that this season of Idol was packed with headline-making scandal and controversy (Antonella Barba’s nude pics, Sanjaya’s hairdoos, Paula’s questionable sobriety, and Melinda’s premature elimination), people were expecting a doozy of a finale. But really, the show fell short of expectations. Last night’s action didn’t have that feel of an event, as it had with previous seasons. Finalists Blake Lewis and Jordin Sparks are competent performers, but they didn’t quite come across as the superstars plucked from obscurity, as the show’s premise would have us believe. And it didn’t help matters that the proposed first single of whomever wins, "This Is My Now," is utterly snoozy.
Do you like to go to parties? Or do you like to go to concerts? The winner of American Idol will depend on which way voters answer that question. Tonight Blake Lewis took on Jordin Sparks for this year’s title, and those two sets of criteria came up several times. The dude’s somewhat silly turntable and jeep-beat noises are giddy and fun, but otherwise he’s reaching. The lady’s emotional power and athletic vocals are convincing and impressive, but she could stand to bust a dance move or two. Maybe snarling Simon said it best: he gave the performance of the night to Blake’s romp through Bon Jovi, but closed the show by declaring that Jordin "wiped the floor" with him on the cheesefest that was "This Is My Now."
Everyone’s got their favorite ZZ Top songs (ours is "I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide"). The question at hand is whether the trio is going to play that favorite at Thursday night’s premiere of VH1′s Rock Honors show. If you’ve got love for "La Grange," "Tush," or "Gimme All Your Lovin’," Billy, Dusty, and Frank are going to put you in a good mood. All three tunes are part of the show. And the VSPOT-only performance is "Cheap Sunglasses." Not enough? Prepare the show right now by watching Nickelback tear through "Sharp Dressed Man."
Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (this Thursday night at 9/8c) always includes revealing chats with the music’s stars. Road Tales focuses on some the antics that go down when artists are on tour.
No, Motorhead isn’t the most graceful of rock bands. The British trio with the patented thud and kerranging guitars is a muck ‘n mire bunch. But that doesn’t mean they want razor blades and firebombs thrown at ‘em while they’re playing. And it certainly doesn’t mean they want people gobbing greenies at them from three feet away.
- Paula Abdul slurs her way through a news segment in which she attempts to explain how she broke her nose. The moral? More injuries mean more painkillers for Paula mean more fun for us! [Best Week Ever]
- Imagine the most ill-fitting, pit-stained dress in the world. Now imagine it in teal and you’re thinking of what Jennifer Hudson wore on stage recently. Dreamgirl, wake up. [Crunk + Disorderly]
- Courtney Love puts a new spin on an old Molly Ringwald favorite. Scary in pink…isn’t she? [Dlisted]
- Can Sharon Stone‘s breast fit in a wine glass? Only one way to find out! [CityRag]
- Paris Hilton‘s nipples poke through her dress, silently protesting their imprisonment. Paris should take note. [Egotastic!]
Watch & Learn: We peep a video and come up with five things nobody knew about the artist.
Evidently, there’s only one rapper alive that’s got game over T.I. … and that’s his devilish alter-ego, T.I.P. The first video from the MC’s upcoming album T.I. vs. T.I.P. is all about the trek from the tour bus to the stage, and it offers a few revelations. Here’s what we learned from watching "Big Things Poppin’":
- The secret to T.I.’s ripped physique? Pushup contests with his alter-ego, snitches!
- When T.I. holds his tricked-out cellie just so, the Nokia imprint flashes real bright. Lil’ logos poppin’, and big sponsor bucks droppin’ …
- T.I. likes white people. How do we know? Autograph for a skinny-ass nerd on the way to the stage, snitches! (T.I.P.’s take on white folk? T.B.D.)
- Ben "Starsky" Stiller just might be an uncredited feature on this track. Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!
According to the New York Post, there’s a new girl on the porn scene and she’s channeling Katie Holmes. An 18-year-old vixen who plans to lose her virginity on film has dubbed herself Katee Holmes, infuriating Mrs. Tom Cruise‘s rep. “It’s a really cheap shot,” says the flak. “Katee is using the name as a tribute to Katie, who has always portrayed an innocence in everything she’s done, beginning with Dawson’s Creek.”
Publicist says “tribute,” I say, “cheap angle.” Because seriously…
…this girl looks nothing like Katie, which is kind of dire because the name is all she’ll have going for after her first flick. Because, really, once you’ve been deflowered on-screen, the whole innocent routine is kinda like a condom. You can’t really use it again.
Katee is just about the exception to the rule, though — most porn celebrity doppelgangers do a far better job of channeling their source material. After the jump, we go through the porno equivalents of Mariah Carey, Anna Nicole, Janet Jackson and Tyra Banks…
Amy Lee‘s back from her honeymoon, and she’s pissed. Writing on her band’s official message board, Evanescence‘s lead singer is finally discussing the departure of her former bandmates. After two weeks away, Lee says she returned home to find "I was unable to defend myself for a week and was taken advantage of quite a bit." Lee then shares with her fans her version of Rocky Gray and John LeCompte‘s departure, claiming they were "miserable" and planning to leave, and that she simply relieved them of their duties a little sooner than they’d anticipated. "I treated both John and Rocky with nothing but kindness and respect, and I got nothing but jealousy and resentment in return…I love this band too much to see it driven into the ground." This is not the first time the band’s had some personnel issues. In 2003 LeCompt took over after co-founder Ben Moody suddenly quit, due to a rift with Lee.
Former Creed frontman Scott Stapp spent yesterday night in jail following a domestic complaint filed by his wife Jaclyn, a former Miss New York, on Monday morning. According to The Orlando Sentinel, Stapp returned home at around 8 a.m. on Monday after a night out partying with friends. When his wife asked him if he’d been using drugs, she claims he threw an Orangina bottle at her. He doesn’t dispute this business with the bottle, but says that it landed at her feet and that it wasn’t aimed at her. His lawyer told the press, "The allegations are not accurate. He’s sad the allegations were lodged." Stapp was charged with misdemeanor assault and ordered to have no contact with his wife, nor to enter his home except to use the recording studio there. So the judge almost got the sentence right.