Ok, we admit it, we were glued to the TV just like you last night, watching the part of American Idol which pays entertainment dividends like no other; The auditions. Seattle didn't fail to bring memorable characters to light. There's the Taylor-Hicks-haired hair dresser, who freaked out the security guards by trying to give Simon a little pomade. The bleach blond, gold wrapped, mother accompanied novella writer who butchered "Don't Cha" just as much as anyone else. That girl who removed the gum from her mouth just long enough to prove she couldn't sing. And, who could forget the God Bless America singing Costello to that tiny little Abbot who said he's often compared to The Backstreet Boys and N'Sync?
Thanks to DeathbyCamera for their incredible work on a frighteningly thorough Myspace hunt for all your favorite also-rans, didn't make its and creepy nutjobs.
Next week, Idol hits the south and we can only assume I'll be reminded of exactly why I moved very, very far away.
