So, last night on American Idol, everyone and their mother (but not David Cook only Dane Cook) came out to wish Simon a huge farewell, and…oh yeah, Lee won. The concert was certainly a spectacle (in all of its varied meanings) showcasing everyone from the Bee Gees to Christina, from Hall & Oates to Janet Jackson to Alice Cooper and Joe Cocker (which would have been an awesome duet on the scale of seriously?)

All of the former winners (sans Cook for reasons not explained…maybe there is a thing where they can’t all be in the same building at the same time in case something happens…Idol Security…) showed up, along with a number of notables from season’s past both contestants (Constantine! Bo! No Clay! No Lambert!) and the notorious auditioners (that went horribly awry, didn’t it? Like they didn’t see that happening?) I fast forwarded through parts (Michael McDonald, Chicago not having enough collective wind left to make any of their, uh, instruments, sound good…), happily enjoyed others (cool seeing Brett Michaels perform and looking amazingly not dead, thought Crystal out-Alanis’d Alanis) and then, at the end, it was like they suddenly went, “Oh yeah, this is the finale. Who won, by the way? Oh, right, envelope please.” And it was Lee, and Crystal seemed quite happy with that, lots of glittery confetti rained down…and they cut him off singing. Because, you know, THIS is a American Idol. And don’t ever forget it.

It was a very anticlimactic season (and if someone with Crystal’s most excellent chops can’t beat out a sub par singer/performer like Lee in an otherwise very mediocre season, then why any girl should ever try out again, is beyond me) and with Simon gone and all kinds of rumors on how they might revamp the judgery, it will be interesting to see where things go from here. You know….if you cared. At the moment, I’m kind of ho hum on the caring. I’m far more excited about So You Think You Can Dance coming back, starting tonight! Please be my summer romance, show. Well, when Burn Notice and Leverage aren’t on.

Don’t forget to enter this week’s contest. See Monday’s blog for all the details. Winners (yes, more than one!) announced in the blog tomorrow. So check back to see if you won. But right now? DISH! What did you think of the Farewell, Simon Concert (and, oh, right, there’s a winner) Show? Happy for Lee? Could care less? Watching the French Open instead? Speaking of which, I am tanking on the men’s side in my French Open Fantasy League. (Thanks, Gasquet, for letting Murray back into it) but excelling on the women’s side (top 15% as of this morning.) But what is that black lace with red trim corset dress thing that Venus is wearing? Because that’s not distracting, no, not at all. Ah, but I am enjoying all the lovely views of the city they give you during the match coverage. I call it Paris Porn. Makes me want to go back and wander the streets, sit on the little corner cafes with a baguette… Ah, Paris in the springtime! I miss you!

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