I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way. I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time. (I’m gonna put the rest of this […]
I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way.
I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time.
(I’m gonna put the rest of this after the cut in case anyone hasn’t watched the show yet…)
That meant, Mig goes, then Marty goes, and JD’s left.
But you know, I didn’t quite trust those aussie fuckers to make the right call.
They did it right. And it was oh-so-obvious watching the finale.
Wyy Mig thought he could win with Bohemian Rhapsody, I’ll never know; Sweet Suzie McNeil made it her own, and no matter how good Mig is, he couldn’t beat her rendition. So he was saying look I’m better when he wasn’t. And it was so very much not who INXS were looking for. He looked so shocked when they sent him home, but like a little boy, clearly felt better when they told him he was a nice guy.
Marty – you know, he could do it. He could. His cover of wish you were here is heart-rending. But they’d heard him do it, and he didn’t do it better the second time. And he clearly had a major case of nerves on don’t change, he could do that song justice, but didn’t. I’ve got a special fondness for that song since my buddy Christo used to cover it with his band years ago, first song I ever heard Christo sing.
But JD – oh, lord, JD. What can’t he do? Well, ok, we are the champions, but other than that, what can’t he do? His version of can’t always get what you want literally gave me chills. He can do something with a gospel feel, and damned well. He can sing INXS songs, he can do originals, he can write. He’s got moves and the right voice and the right vibe. He nailed what you need, fucking just nailed it.
Watching him win wasn’t just watching a guy win a game – it was watching a guy win his fucking dream.
Damn. That’s good fucking teevee, man.
Ya, so JD won eh. Missed it, but haven’t been watching the last little bit of it.
Of course, a rockin’ Canuck is going to get it. We pour out some pretty kick a$$ singers, other than Celine Dion *shudder*.
Unlike so many who labelled him a suck up, I was rooting for the guy all along since he was the only one with the brains and balls to take it anywhere.
He was just playin’ like he was on Survivor early on. When he figured out that wasn’t working he switched it off.
Is he manipulative and sometimes phony? Duh. The contenst wasn’t called lovely human being, it was called rock star. Those are assets in that job!
Hell, you know, I had a lotta canuck bands on my faves list way back when. Of course, they were mostly *cough*prog*cough* but still…