Last nights show reminded me of a couple of jokes.
One a Gary Larsen cartoon... At the judment day the good guy was welcomed to heaven and given a harp... the bad guy is welcomed to **** and given an accordian... only in this case it is a harmonica.
Another joke: Boris Yeltsin invites Bill Clinton to Russian to play in a concert... he says I will play the Cello, you can bring your Ho-Monica.
I can't believe the judges chose the harmonica acid rocker over Corina Brouder. They asked her to spice it up and she did... playing an old rock song with such grace as to make it worthy for heaven... then they berate her for it. Then they select the harmonica player... for playing a rock song while saying his brother was worthless.
I think one or two of the judges can't select a person no matter how well talented and gifted they are unless they are steeped in grunge. Not everybody is an acid rocker or gansta rapper... I bet the vast silent majority of America doesn't care for that stuff either.
Oh well, Corina is going to win no matter what, with her gifts and talents now advertised on national TV, her albums are going to sell like hotcakes... I know I will buy every one of them, while you couldn't pay me to listen to the Ho-Monica player.