So opinions are running the gamut from OMGZ GREAT to OMGZ YAY and y'all already know where I stand (YAY!!!!!), but let's take a minute to discover why.

Introducing, the StickyKeys Live Blog
f. FANT ASIA on IDOL 5/14/08


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Fantasia is a niche artist, you either love her or you hate her and that's about it. Nina remarked that she ain't gettin' no new fans so she might as well cater the heck to the ones she has, and that's what she does.

I love her because WYSIWYG and anything less would not be FANTASIA

I love that she's so true to herself that if you try to put her in a box and she fails you have no one to blame but yourself.

I love that when you realize exactly who she is she can blow your mind away.

I love that she's comfortable with the show and with the judges to just go out there and give it her all.

I love that the Season 6 kids listened to her CD while they were on tour.

I love her because she too wants to make out with Ryan Seacrest. Sloppily.

I love her because while she's contempo r&b now, she has the kind of voice that can easily spin into clssic genres and ensure her longevity, and she can do it anytime she wants.

I love her. Simply. Her ghetto hot mess fire that ignites my ears and eyes. Her inability to be anything less than over the top and her rampant desire to never hit bottom.

Syesha tried to claim her, but I'm taking her back! She's MY idol, and I love her.

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I know officially he got TWoP in the divorce, but I had to take a peek:

Next up is Fantasia, singing...wow. You have to be very, very confident to get up and sing a song called "Bore Me." Particularly with Simon Cowell within 5000 yards of you, much less right there in your line of sight. Is this song title a hidden clue from the producers that Archuleta's got this in the bag? Or, wait, are the producers conspiring against him now? Every year it gets harder and harder to keep up. So Fantasia's painted her hair red, and not a single word she sings is decipherable in the slightest, and she borrowed all the beeps and snorts from Beyonce's "Work It Out," and as always it sounds like it must hurt a whole lot to sing like Fantasia, and ultimately? She's totally fantastic. And capital "I" Insane. Did she always know how to dance? This is awesome. Cut to Simon, mouth agape, struggling to comprehend. She has literally knocked Simon's brain clear across the room. He's finished. So am I. Wow.

And then? Just as Ryan's about to send it to commercial, she pretends to make out with Ryan. I vote we just declare Fantastia a Double American Idol and call this season a wash. Who's with me?

Ha! That Joer really gets it sometimes!

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I need some info!

1. Has that poll that asks who would like to come back always been there?

2. For every season?

3. How exactly did Wild Card work? I know Clay Aiken is the most famous example, but I'd like some particulars.

Don't worry, I'm not going too crazy and delusional. Just seeing the options ;)

ps. If you care about me at all you'll vote for Danny on the AI home page

:DDDD

Okay, okay, I know. It's a lot of Danny going on and I know I created the fan comm just so I wouldn't bog you beautiful babies down, however this:



Is worth it. I know you're thinking "We've seen this!" but go past the singing and watch the rest. WATCH THE RAP! WATCH THE MANIC DANNYNESS! DO IT B*TCH! SAY SOMETHIN'! He's got like the worst case of ADD ever, and I love it.


Let's sit back and ruminate while young La Noriega drops his knowledge:

"Got my
Doo-rag.
Cause I'm a motherf*ckin' f@g.

And I don't give a sh*t what you have to say.
Yeah.
I'm gay.

But you eat hay for dinner.
(why?)
Cause you look like a horse.
B*tch.

Tryin' to talk sh*t to me
While (whilst) I get down
Like this

B*tch.

Do something.
(Selah)

A bit frantic (frenetic?) at the end, but still full of Love, Valour, and (com)Passion.

Lovely La Noriega
Out!

When did Eddie Murphy try out for American Idol?

Hee! I know, I know, I'm going now. Ohh, I still miss AJ Tabaldo. So much potential was lost in that season. Sigh.

But then a.j. there's this:



*clutches pearls*
*dies laughing*

The angst, the edginess, the eyeliner! (the curses! aiiieeee!)

Oh I can't help but love this kid, he's so... Danny.

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Too fab to function, and yet... HE DOES!

Oh shut up, I love him. Join my comm!

For all things Danny Noriega. Yeah, it's going to be that kind of year. Just wait till I get ACTUAL free time!



( Working for MYSELF every night and day! )

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T-Pie

We decided to make a very late night run to the store to get liquid and sustenance for tomorrow. So I was downstairs and I saw a tall black man with a fabulous frohawk and designs shaved into the side of his head. I noticed he was in a group of rather artistic looking peoples and someone was giving them advice about tomorrow.

THAT SOMEONE WAS BRANDON! And he was just as cool and sweet and wonderful and awsomely short as we all knew he was. He was so helpful and though he was busy he stopped and took pictures with me and thegirliscrazy!

Wii!

Did I mention thegirliscrazy and I are trying out for American Idol? Heh, heh, heeeeeeeeh


Expect lots of hot mess here starting Wednesday!

On my iTunes I have a playlist called "New Ish" where I put anything that I need to listen to and form an opinion on. Currently it houses DJ Jazzy Jeff's Return of the Magnificent (which is actually pretty solid and features an interlude where some drive-thru chick asks "Where's Will Smith?"), Joy Denalane (which will graduate soon), and Paris Bennett. I'd only listened to a part of it and wasn't really impressed, but today while working on The Shady Stix Sketch Show (like what I did there?) I actually listed to the entirety of the Paris/Kevin Covais rap.

And it's totally cute! Kevin has a little flow in him, but most of all this reminds us that Kevin? Can sing! I'd forgotten. It was really his personality that got on my nerves and not his voice that much. I think there were several that were better, and he actually won me over after that little dance, but I was surprised by this small little interlude on the album.

Enjoy!

Now I'm in love with Clay Aiken.




But would I hit that? Hmm...

American Idol Auditions are HERE!


Season 7 auditions schedule:

July 30, San Diego (Qualcomm Stadium)
Aug. 6, Dallas (Texas Stadium)
Aug. 10, Omaha (Qwest Center)
Aug. 14, Atlanta (TBA)
Aug. 18, Charleston, S.C. (North Charleston Coliseum)
Aug. 22, Miami (AmericanAirlines Arena)
Aug. 27, Philadelphia (Wachovia Center)

Y'all know there's a Hilton directly connected to the Qwest Center?

Y'all know I already have a reservation there, right?

Y'all know me so well!

The last three nights I've had a dream where Blake Lewis was involved with some sort of corporate espionage scheme. He was the muscles of the group and got his jollies by hitting random people with chairs and then accentuating each hit with an apropos vocal entendre. I wouldn't worry too much about this except that the dreams are recurring and that worries me to no end.

It's one of the things that keep me up at night.

On a related note, have you ever been so sad that it made you sick? Like, physically ill? All of my worries, fears, anxieties, stresses, everything have been packed into my stomach and every morning for the past four days I've woken up about 2 hours before I'm supposed to and I just shake.

It's like I'm freezing cold, but I feel nothing but the pit in my stomach. Occasionally I will fall asleep for about five minutes and then there's Blake Lewis slamming random people with chairs and "beatboxing" and you'd think this would alleviate my mood (because, well... come on! He's hitting people with chairs and injecting snark into his act!) but it just makes me sad.

Or more sad I guess. I was talking to my mom about how I was feeling and of course she asked the same questions everyone else does, "Why are you so sad?" and I think it's important to note that she didn't say "What have you got to be sad about?" which means she knows I'm in a sucky state of mind but doesn't know what to do about it besides what she always does; pray and wait for me to come to her.

It works, so I won't knock it.

"Mom, I feel like... remember when we saw that preacher and he talked about being in the "meantime"? The time between something happening and where you are now? I'm in one heck of a meantime. I know what lies ahead for me, I can see it and it's nice, but I also know it's a while off. What am I supposed to do until then? And then I have several friends that are going through a rough time and I wish I could be there for them-"

"Why? Why would you be there for them?"

"Because I care, because I want to be a good friend, Mom."

"It's because you want to be Mother Theresa, and heal all the wounds of the world. You can't heal anyone else until you heal yourself."

"But I can't heal myself, and besides, I've done all I can about my situations, it's just a waiting game now. What am I supposed to do in my meantime?"

"Why can't you heal yourself?"

"Only God can heal me, and He's working, I can feel Him working within me, but I always get in the way, I'm too impatient."

"Well slow down."

"There's not enough time to slow down." And this is the part where I break down, but she thinks it's because I'm only worried about the rest of my life and it's not. The other day I had to tell her something three times and that scares the living daylights out of me. The other day she had three checks to bounce because she forgot some transactions she made, and as I transferred money from my account to hers and wondered how I was going to make up the difference I thought about DC.

How long will I be able to stay there before I have to come back and take care of her? She needs to have knee surgery, and dental work. How long will it be before the rest of her life and a great chunk of mine become intertwined? When will I be able to be independent?

I know that sounds selfish, but it's where I am. I love my mother more than anything, but I need to grow up, to get out of here and quickly. My patience has been gone for a long time, but just because it's nonexistent to me doesn't mean it's not required in the world around me.

So I wait. And I become more self destructive than I've ever been. Getting stupidly drunk and very sick when it was all very preventable. Not only not taking my heart back from a boy who doesn't want it, but deliberately trying to force feed it to him. Pissing off current friends by not shutting up about him. Testing limits that don't need to be tested. Knowing that this period of waiting still involves movement, personal or otherwise, and refusing.

"So you want to save them so that they'll turn around and save you?" she says to me. In bed that night, in between Blake Lewis and whatever randomness pops into my five minute dreams, I contemplate that statement, and every burden in the entire world, and I shake.

What a crazy episode. I agree that Blake threw tonight and I still believe Melinda threw hers to ensure Jordin's win. Seriously, that song was so designed for Jordin it may as well have been named ""This is Your Then" or "This is My Cooter". I think Blake did a fantastic job on his Bon Jovi song, and really I like him singing the Maroon 5/Keane stuff the best when he actually sings. It was nice to hear Blake do some actual beat boxing tonight, but again, it was Jordin's show. Simon gave her the ticket with his endorsement and Jordin's tears were really just icing on the cake.

Also, I agree that the producers want Jordin to win so they can have a repeat on S2 only with their hands on the results. They know that Blake would probably be more successful, but they also know if they pimp Jordin just right she could be very lucrative.
Instead of just letting her go and giving all their resources to Blake, they'll pimp Jordin hardcore and let Blake do his own thing while still earning them money.

And that my friends is too much thinking about Idol.

Can't wait for tomorrow!

Okay, I guess.

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“Ive put out a hit on Simon's ass. I gave three homeless men a case of Heineken and a C note to make it look like an "accident". Fuck with Sticky if you dare...BITCHES!!!” Transcribed by: kstone20059

me: Is Michael Buble drunk?

I have also decided that I am going to pen the American Idol anthem for this years finale.  Details will follow.

I mean, I know leila82 told me, but A. waxing about Elliott Yamin is like me talking about Jacob, you already know where the conversation is headed and it's properly marked SQUEE!ville. Not to say that our fawings don't hold water, but it's not really given with you the consumer in mind.

This CD is HOTTNESS so far so expect a track x track coming soon.


ETA: My mom came in and asked if it was Elton John. And... yes, in a good way.