This season of American Idol has improved a great many things (auditions focusing on talent, Hollywood week being streamlined, judges being awesome), but this week pissed me off. Idol producers: You want a final 30, then give us a final 30. I almost think the whole Judges-eliminate-one-last-round idea works, but not 10 people.
By this point, we’re invested in the semi-finalists, so let them sing. And you kept them in Hollywood, made them chat with Adam Lambert, Chris Daughtry, and Randy Jackson, so let them sing.
The guys are clearly a more talented group than the girls, although there are a few powerhouse entertainers in the women’s group who could take it all the way to the end. Last week, I saw Ethan Harris make it to the top 30 and I was so glad and I’ve been waiting a whole week to see him perform. But Idol didn’t want me to see him sing, apparently. And not only was I disappointed, but did you see 16 year old Briston Maroney’s face when he didn’t make it? He didn’t cry or anything, but he looked devastated; you could clearly see it in his face. Boy needs a hug.
Ethan Harris held it together well, but come on, let the poor guys sing. They spent all this time in Hollywood practicing and even performing in the rehearsal earlier in the day. Idol Producers: if you wanted the judges to cut one more round, make it one or two contestants, not five from both genders, that’s just cruel.
Anyway, here’s Ethan Harris’ official website and Youtube channel. Give the poor guy support on such a sad day. At least he got Keith Urban to sign his sketch; boy’s got mad drawing skills.
This is Elliot Arthur Cross wishing American Idol didn’t rile me up so much.