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American Idol: Under-Dawgs Got Some Bite!

Forgive me . . I have been a bit idle on my Idol update! Someone had one too many green beers last night. But Spring is in the air and as Seacrest said, "We Have a Competition on Our Hands!" Despite my reservations about country music week, I have to say, the underdogs came out swingin' and it was a thoroughly enjoyable night to watch!

High Light of the Night: Matt Giraud!! He nailed it! His simple black and white suit, his mad piano skills (I still can't understand how he's never had a piano lesson in his life!) and his choice of song, Underwood's "So Small." He was in the coveted last spot of the night for good reason, my friends. Seeming to be on the verge of tears towards the end, Matt delivered an extremely heartfelt performance, bringing me back to the pre-fedora and scarf days. Well done, Matt.

My Predictions and Hopes Come True: Well Alexis sang Dolly like I guessed she might have ("Jolene") and although she did not wear jeans like Ms. Allison did, I was glad to see her in something else besides tights and minis. And I guess ol' Anoopie must have read my blog yesterday and decided to take my advice because he finally showcased the vocals that have been hiding since his audition, giving us a moving rendition of "Always on My Mind." Now if we can just find that missing wax for those brows . . . Ah well, we can't all be perfect little puppy dogs like Kris Allen.

The Oh My Lord Moment: For the love. Can somebody please tell me why and how the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man left Ghostbuster World and found himself onto Danny Gokey's body? What was that thing?! I was more appalled than Randy Travis was of Adam Lambert's finger nails. And yes, Danny also matched the specs last night. So I have to do it . . . . "Deeeeva!!" Danny sang "Jesus Take the Wheel" and gave us the old stand-by rasp we all know and love, which I am not complaining about people. I remember that I wrote him a public letter of apology so let's not get all fussied up. Danny just didn't do anything really different . . . unlike, holy canoli . . .

Adam Lambert!: Now had I thought more about Opry members, I would have predicted Adam singing a Johnny Cash number. But man oh man, my predictions would have ended there. Who knew there was a sitar-version of "Ring of Fire"? Adam's performance made me feel a bit naughty. . . you saw the way he worked that microphone pole. So although I wasn't as confused as Kara after it ended, I did find myself smoking a cigarette with my hair all disheveled. (Joke people.)

Kris and Allison gave solid performances. And Influenza B or not, Corkrey looked gorgeous.

(Scott MacIntyre and Little also performed. Ah, Little. Now that's almost as good as Anoopie.)

So what did you all think of last night? Who do you think will get the ol' cowboy boot? And should Danny be sweatin' in his stay puff because Giraud is giving him a run for his money, or do you think the judge's puff is just fluff?

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