And the same Idol irony, so easy to conjure up, for little JT-wanna-be falsetto man-boy Chris Richardson, who moped around and sang "Wanted: Dead or Alive."
Yes, you were a wanted man, Chris, your number was up, and that's the way these things turn out sometimes. TISNF! Don't fret, maybe your BFF Blake really will take you out on his tour.
The beat-boxing, twisty mouthed, computer-programmed (is that fair?) Blake Lewis - consistently the most chatted about on various Idol Web sites - is now left to carry the torch for the boys in the Final Four, after a groovy electronica stutter-stepping rendition of "You Give Love a Bad Name."
Or, more precisely, You give Luh-luh-luh-luh-love . . . a Bad Name. We're singing it that way in our house already.
Blake earned the Mr. Originality award from the judges for his cover, in which he and an American Idol backup band drummer traded fours in an approximation of actual jamming.
And so now, it's Blake versus the three Divas, all of whom can belt out a song: LaKisha Jones, who has already secured her place in Idol history with her full on the lips schmooch with Simon, who judged those lips worthy ("Nice lips, I love them"); Melinda Doolittle, the professional backup singer who still skews too old for our tastes; and Jordin Sparks, the teenager who can't stop talking and who will probably be eliminated next week.
Will LaKisha, Melinda and Jordin split the diva voting block, allowing Blake to slide through? Next week's cringe-inducing theme: Barry Gibb. (Prediction: Blake remixes "I Started a Joke.")
All along, Blake has been the only one to really capture our attention, the only one who seemed worth watching, though his disclosure that he has some kind of program that turns normal songs into Blakean songs seems a little suspicious.
But despite the unfortunate dark hair this week, Blake has, as LaKisha would say, that something something, that makes the people in my living room actually stop bickering and listen. For that, at least, he gets my vote.
As for Jon Bon Jovi, last night, he looked ready to take over Ryan Seacrest's job, give it a little throaty gravitas - and where else could Jon Bon Jovi claim gravitas - and we're on board with that, too.
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