The Lucky 7 performed last night and it was an evening of mild delights and soft failures. There was nothing terribly adventurous about any of the singtestants' endeavors, but, you know, this really isn't a bad group. There are no true clunkers, which is a rare thing on American Idol these days. So thank god at least for that.
The theme of the episode was Songs From the Decade, meaning songs from this decade, meaning the '10s. We'll eventually start calling them "the twenty-teens" but we're not there until January 1st, so for now they're just the tens, I guess. (Good god we live in a strange and frightening future. I palpably remember it being 1999. Where has time sneaked off to?) So yeah, this three-year span of choice obviously offered a glittering array of wonderful contemporary hit-jams, with tunes by everyone from Kellie Pickler to Gotye. Sure!
The other thing they did in this episode was go back to the kids' hometowns and show us around and introduce us to some locals. They actually began the episode by showing a viewing party in DeAndre's hometown and we had to watch their sad, local hopes dashed against big, fancy Hollywood rocks as DeAndre was sent packing, so that was kind of cruel. Other than that, the home visits were interesting, though I fear they came too soon. Part of the exciting thing about the top three people traveling home is that we've mostly been in this interior shimmer-box of the Idol stage the whole time, so to then see a whole town rooting for them, and to see them first witness it, is always pretty exciting. But now they know. Now we know. They know that home is watching, that nearby strangers are stuffing a few bits of their own dreams in a communal sack labeled 'Colton' or 'Phil' or 'Sweet Skylar Brown.' So the top three home visit shock and awe will be dulled some, which is too bad. But oh well. It was still fun to see a bunch of local yokels whooping it up for all these weasely kids. Most everyone is from such humble places. No one lives in twinkling cities or anything. Or maybe they obfuscate that. Jessica Sanchez is from a big city, right? I mean who can remember. All I picture in my head when I think about these home visits is an old man, a single old man, with a white beard and a T-shirt and maybe overalls saying how excited he is about American Idols. That's all I see. So I think that was most of the visits.