HomeOn the Scene: 'Idol' Top 12 performance night
Mar 12, 2008, 09:59 AM | by Adam B. Vary
Categories: 'American Idol', On the Scene
Before I say anything else about what it was like in the audience of last night's American Idol Top 12 show, I feel I must say this: Blame Nigel Lythgoe for the swaying hands. Well before the show launched into full swing, the exec. producer took to the sparkly new stage (plenty more on that in a second) and demanded that either every single one of us keep our arms in the air at all times during the performances, or he was going to unleash Paula Abdul's head-popping arms on little David Archuleta. Well, okay, he actually said, "We would love you all to be a part of tonight's show," but we could all read between the lines -- especially when he asked us to clap only with our hands above our heads "because it gives a much better image." By the time he commanded asked us all to practice the hand swaying for him -- "Wonderful! That looks like a sea of people!" -- I could just picture poor D'Archie cowering as Ryan and Randy held back a salivating Paula, waiting for the go signal from Nigel.
Anyhoo, hello again! It's been so long since I last huffed up to the Idol stage at CBS Television City, and yet the moment I stepped inside and heard the Lenny Kravitz's "American Woman" mashed up with Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around… Comes Around" -- i.e., the telltale tunes that could only mean Corey the Warm-Up Comic was in da houze! -- it all felt so blissfully familiar. That is, until I got a look at that new stage. Can we say sensory overload? My friends have told me they barely noticed the new surroundings on the telly, but hours after returning home, I was still twittering from all the flat-screen monitors, rotating Idol logos, standing spectators, elevated musicians, brushed steel, blue neon, semi-circle video screens, lighting packages, lighting packages on the semi-circle video screens, and polished Ryan Seacrestry.
After the jump, I'll give you all the highlights as I saw them from Sec. D, Row 6, Seat 6, including which of the Idols wins the Softie of the Week award, the identity of the person running off stage just as the show came back from the ad break before David Hernandez sang, and why Randy literally turned his back on Syesha Mercado.
First of all, I've gotta say, seizure-coaxing stimuli aside, at the very least the new stage is impressive. When I first saw the season 6 Idol set up close and personal, I was struck by how small it seemed. Not so much with this new season 7 get up; if anything, it looks even bigger in person than it did when I watched it back on TV later last night. I even liked the double-layered, double-axis American Idol globes slowly spinning on either side of the stage like competing Daily Planet logos welded onto the gyro-scope I rode in Space Camp. And, for the record, the Stage Left globe won, but by default; only the outer sphere on the Stage Right globe was rotating, while the inner sphere with the Idol logo remained inert. Which may be a hint, Nigel, that sometimes, even on American Idol, less is more. Like, say, those steep circular staircases beneath the Idol mega-orbs. Their steps have been set so far apart that, when I saw both Ramiele and D'Archie were starting their songs by standing on them, I got a quick flash of the tiny crooners falling flat on their faces on national TV. And, in a way, they kinda did, huh? (Trend to watch for this season: The Jinx of the Idol Staircases.)
What also didn't impress was the scandalously -- scandalously,
I say! -- low celeb quotient. I'm as big a fan of Taye Diggs and Camryn
Manheim as the next self-respecting EW staffer, but the Kardashians?
(Sorry, Whitney!) I also saw Grey's Anatomy showrunner Shonda Rimes, and, um, that was it. I mean, last year,
the Top 12 show was one of the hottest tickets in town, and that was
the music of Diana Ross, for Jude's sake!
More unnerving (at least at the outset) was the new Idol
"Mosh Pit." Those aren't air quotes, either; that's actually what Nigel
called the now seat-free front section of the audience, a name that,
before the show sounded a little ominous, and afterwards struck me as
pretty hilarious. Moshing? On Idol? If anything, the "moshers"
were too well behaved, their necks dutifully craned towards the judges
whenever they spoke, often nodding in agreement, occasionally startled
whenever Paula and Simon started sniping. And they always, always, swayed their hands on cue (if not in time, or particularly in unison). I'm guessing they were also ordered
instructed never to interact with the judges, because they never did,
even though the ones closest to Simon and Randy could've literally reached
out and touched them. If they were so inclined.
Last year, I was shocked to discover that all three judges regularly talk with each other during the performances, and sometimes through the entire show, but the chatter last night was kept to a relative minimum. The only egregious moment came early on, when not 15 seconds into Syesha's "Got to Get You Into My Life," a sour-faced Randy turned completely around and leaned down into the speakers behind him, remaining there for a good 10 seconds before swinging back to the desk. At that point, I think Simon asked him, "You can't hear?"
And, indeed, the thumping, bleating, growling volume of the band was overpowering Syesha's voice as she began, a problem that also affected Jason Castro. Both singers sounded far better on TV than they did over the live sound system, which either blasted out or muffled all the Idols' quieter, subtler vocal moments. Of course, the fact that both Syesha and Jason also looked slightly lost up on that massive stage could've been a factor, too. Like Simon said during Hollywood week, the main stage makes you or breaks you; Kristy Lee Cook and David Hernandez both looked totally befuddled by what to do with themselves up there, and sweet, adorable D'Archie looked more like a lost 12-year-old than ever. (I know, I know, I'm gonna get flamed in the comments for daring to speak ill of the Archuleta, and I heart the kid too, but I've gotta call it like I see it.)
I was miffed, meanwhile, to discover that the Idol cameras cut off Carly Smithson's sexy and smooth footwork during her rip-snorting "Come Together." It wasn't until last night that I finally "got" Carly; not only can the Irish lass tear up a song, she's got that ineffable, magnetic stage presence that is really only possible to feel in a live performance. (I felt the same way about Melinda Doolittle last year.) Chikezie showed glimmers of that too, but the one contestant who commanded my attention better than Carly was David Cook. The former barkeep took that stage with unwavering confidence, and instantly made me feel like I was watching him in a solo concert rather than in a televised singing competition. And this is just week one of the finals.
Ah, David Cook. The male rocker was the only Idol contestant I saw give the singer before him (Carly) a big ol' congratulatory hug, and he was the only one to leave the stage to meet up with a member of his entourage (i.e. the guy in the green shirt and dark-rimmed glasses, who I reckon is his brother) and get a big ol' congratulatory hug. That family reunion was presaged by a quick, but telling, moment: Just after Ryan delivered David Cook's 866 number and took us to the break, Cook looked out over the audience, clasped his hand to his mouth, and his eyes briefly welled up with tears. You expect that sort of sentiment from a sweetheart like Brooke White, but out of Cook, well, let's say the guy surprised me last night in more ways than one.
I'm pushing well past my word count, but before I wrap things up, I'd be remiss if I didn't pay respect to the most consistent Idol performer of them all: Yes, that would be Ryan Seacrest. All last season, I found that in spite of myself I was marveling from afar at how smoothly he navigated his job. It really is impressive to watch someone go from joking around with the judges to, in the blink of an eye, effortlessly introducing the number one show on TV. Last night, I finally got to see him work his hosting mojo up close. After Amanda Overmyer sang and we entered into ad break #8, Ryan and Debbie (the Idol stage manager) walked their way up the aisle in my section as one of the massive tech cranes lowered its camera five feet from my head. Someone had removed four people across the aisle from me so they wouldn't get bonked by the crane, but Debbie was having none of it: She needed those people to complete the shot. So while Debbie was barking into her headset, Ryan peeked over her shoulder and quickly spoke aloud the text on the prompter that he was due to deliver live in 60 seconds, evidently unperturbed by the stern look Debbie was throwing his way. (That could also be leftover animus from two ad breaks previous, when Ryan held onto Debbie's arm and kept her there until just after the show came back.)
Ryan then joshed with some of the other reporters sitting with me -- "Well, so far, I've been really impressed with me tonight" -- flirted with a mom-type sitting on the aisle, and, boom, suddenly we're live and Ryan's talking to the camera with the same breath he used to give Debbie a hard time for demanding he stay on his mark: "I've been doing this for a while Debbie... [half-second pause] and we're back!" After he teed up Michael Johns singing "Across the Universe," Ryan turned back to us and gave a little wave, as if to say, "Nice to see you all, but I've got to go talk to 25 million people over here now. Toodles!" You can call that what you will, but to me, it's gotta be some kind of genius.
I'll be back tomorrow with your on-the-scene report from the results show. Until then, what else would you like to know about what happens off camera on American Idol?
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