Last night was a very emotional night at the ol' Idol song hut, with more than one tribute reduced to tears and everyone singing very intensely. They are starting to feel it, aren't they? The sharp potential for crushing defeat, the ever-brightening hope victory. These are your top nine, America! And they have new, desperate fire in their eyes.
Part of the reason for all the singmotion last night was that the contestants' challenge was to sing a song by an artist that inspires them. Which... well, hm. I mean, I suppose maybe a more interesting challenge would have been to sing a song by an artist who doesn't inspire them, to see how they do under that pressure, but I guess that's actually the rest of the show, mostly. "Here kids, sing things from this heap, come on, get in the van, here's the heap, look through it." So maybe it's OK that they were given one night to blow out a jam that really meant something to them, really spoke to some aching corner of their brains or guts or heart. That said, this being American Idol, almost everyone chose terribly. But we'll get to that in a minute!
First it should be noted that, in what can in no way be a good sign for our futures, Idol was graced by another Weird Sister last night. Yes, the Tyler witch was not alone in witchery last night, as the celebrity mentor this week was none other than Ms. Stevie Nicks, who came croaking out of the mists with a glassy smile on her face, wrapped in her traditional tattered black robes, wild and witchy hair like matted silver gossamer. Oh god do you love Stevie Nicks or what? She is just the bee's pajamas, that one. Sure she's a little nuts and she lives in a house that's perched on chicken legs, but she's Stevie freakin' Nicks! And she was in wonderful form last night, divulging personal information, clutching to the kids with her stringy mitts as if to suck out their life essence with her hands, and singing. Yes, she sang! Only once, but still, she sang.