and/or getting in my car to drive to Hollywood and knock some sense into the judges (HELLO, I understand Judges that for some reason you want the kid to win, or at least be in the top 3, maybe you've already started making up the Archuleta t-shirts, maybe you're DYING for ANOTHER barely closeted, easy parent pleaser singer), I decided to give the kid a break.
Seriously, the little girls love him. All he has to do is look pensive and deep in thought while he FEELS the music, and the girls scream out "Oh ARCHULETA you are MY MAN (six year old boy)!!
This was the song he did last night. Love me some Dolly Parton... hated this song because Archuleta. OH ARCHULETA do you even know that you're just a hop, skip, and a jump away from being that 20 year old burnt out child star in Vegas? I know you've got some secret hookers and blow in your future. Anyway, performance from last night (bare with it, it drags on FOREVER).
And this was the song he did the week before that, which was the nail in the coffin for me because the kid sang some uplifting song that I was supposed to feel good about but really the whole time I was going "OH GOD get on with it. We get it, you want people to raise their hands up and praise the Lord or something." (If you watch the audience you'll kind of notice that 1. they are trying to clap along but they don't really know the song 2. they don't quite know if they even should be clapping. When someone is lecturing you about the world, do you clap?)
But, as I said, I'm giving the kid a break because I started thinking about those songs/singers that I liked back when I was a little girl, clapping along to music that I'm quite sure my mother couldn't grasp or understand. She probably hated Jordan Knight as much as I hate Archuleta.
And so, in honor of the very small, probably going to be taken back, olive branch I am extending to Archuleta I give you (via the magic and wonder of You Tube) a mini compilation of the crap I loved when I was little (back when I had posters on my wall, and diary's FILLED with musings on who liked who and what I was going to be when I grew up.... actreess...model...singer...fashion designer... basically Jennifer Lopez).
1. Had the perfume. Listened to it over and over again whilst dancing around my bedroom. Modeled the fashions.
2. Had the posters. Couldn't decide which one I liked better. Sang along to every song. Made up a dance routine with friends to the song... can still do it...
3. Had a poster that I made my friend sign "Dear Cutcha, you are my favorite person and I hope we keep in touch" Love - Luke.
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