Susan DiPlacido does it again. Yup. She nails last night’s American Idol:
We learned this week that as far as celebrity mentors go, dead men come off best because we don’t compare their bad plastic surgery. We learned that you don’t willy-nilly try to bastardize a legendary band’s arrangements, even if they’re shrooming. We learned that Paula’s not shrooming, she’s just her garden-variety drunk as usual. We remembered that Freddie Mercury is a rock legend, but that doesn’t stop us from putting him through the commercial grist-mill that is American Idol, or stop his band-mates from pimping themselves in such a manner.