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Reports from first AI tour show :: 2008 American Idols Live Tour idolforums.com
I was hoping more from Ramiele
http://www.azcentral.com/members/Blog/ConcertReview/27024
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Talk about fixing what was broken.
In previous outings, the annual American Idol tour featured the seasons top 10 contestants performing a large amount of group numbers.
Anyone who has ever watched the TV show can attest to a simple fact: The group numbers suck.
Every year, there are a few contestants who display no noticeable dancing ability.
Others cant harmonize to save their lives.
It doesnt help that the group numbers feature the kind of imaginative choreography that you usually find on Brady Bunch reruns.
This year, the tour producers made the wise move of eliminating virtually all group numbers.
There were only two spots featuring the ensemble during the tours opening night on Tuesday at Jobing.com Arena.
Winner David Cook did a five-song set;
Runner-up David Archuleta got four tunes and the remaining cast members each got three.
That meant the show moved along at a fairly lively pace and some performers got to display more personality than they showed on screen.
The show ran nearly two-and-a-half hours (with an intermission), but felt shorter.
The concert worked like a countdown, with the No.
10 ranked finalist going first.
Good thing it was one-named Chikezie, who worked the large stage like a pro.
He benefited from the format, opening with a growling rendition of Donny Hathaways I Believe to My Soul. It was the perfect way to start the night, as he quickly sailed through Ushers Caught Up and a terrific version of John Legends So High that showcased an awesome falsetto.
Unfortunately, the occasional weakness of the shows structure was evident once finalist No.
9 entered. Ramiele Malubay was dressed like an exile from a Michael Jackson video, as she sported black patent leather boots, tight black pants and black wrist cuffs.
It was oddly appropriate, because she sang the Jackson 5s I Want You Back in bland karaoke fashion.
She attempted some choreographed steps with two backing singers, but never appeared entirely comfortable.
She also tended to move away from the mike while singing, which didnt help her voice project through the crowded arena.
If Chikezie was like a partygoer who leaves too soon;
Ramiele was a dinner guest who wont depart until two hours after dessert is served.
Fortunately, most of the Idols had more to offer.
Aussie Michael Johns came off as capable but bland, with a fondness for arenarock clichés did he have to pump his fist in the air so much?
Still, the audience loved him.
Kristy Lee Cook, who didnt make much of an impression on TV, thrived in concert, as she offered a sassy, hip-wriggling presentation that would go over big with a Nashville crowd.
She repeated her Idol trademark of Lee Greenwoods God Bless the USA and dedicated it to any veterans in the house.
Considering the huge number of adolescents in the arena, one guesses that veterans made up a very small part of the crowd.
Tattooed Carly Smithson opened with a loud and powerful take on Evanescence's Bring Me to Life. She is prettier than she appears on TV, and smaller, too.
However, one imagines her lungs must take up a good portion of her body due to the sheer power she displayed.
She closed with a killer version of the Cyndi Lauper favorite I Drove All Night that chugged along at a hypnotic pace.
The big news for the Valley was the return of Phoenix native Brooke White, who finished fifth on the show.
The audience roared its approval and greeted her with a standing ovation.
Sitting barefoot at the piano, she earned the honors with a soulful Let It Be that inspired goose bumps.
White looked gorgeous and her personality was infectious: Its good to be home! she enthused, and you could tell that she meant it.
She picked up the guitar for Feist's whimsical "1, 2, 3, 4," then closed with a glowing (no pun intended) version of Coldplays Yellow. She may never become a huge star, but Whites joyful integrity and musical smarts should guarantee her a solid career in the Melissa Manchester/Carole King mode.
After an intermission, dreadlocked Jason Castro charmed his way through a ukulele-driven Over the Rainbow, an inspired interpretation of Gnarls Barkley's Crazy and the hazy mellowness of Daydream. He is so unslick and well-meaning, it is hard not to like him.
On the other hand, every move Syesha Mercado made appeared to be choreographed down to her last hand gesture.
Thats not a knock;
The contrast between her Vegas-ready style and Castros coffeehouse charms simply jumped out due to being placed back-to-back in the show.
She closed with Beyonces Listen and turned the tune into a personal mantra that successfully whipped the crowd up.
If she exited to cheers, things hit ear-piercing levels when David Archuleta hit the stage.
I always rooted for the kid on the show;
On stage, hes equally impressive.
He opened at the piano with Robbie Williams Angels and the purity and range of his voice was breathtaking.
Then he took the dark angst of OneRepublic's Apologize to illustrate how versatile his voice is and how it can be placed in different settings.
Strangely, the only weak spot was the closer: Josh Grobans When You Say You Love Me is the kind of drippy song that he needs to stay away from, because he is capable of so much more.
He also needs a new fashion coordinator: The shiny black slacks were they leather?
and a jacket lined with glittery piping made him look ready for a gig on a cruise ship.
The screams were split pretty evenly between David A.
And David C., who immediately followed.
Cook can come off as cocky on stage;
Constantly exerting the crowd to get up by waving his arms seemed a bit bold for someone who couldnt have filled a bar in Glendale last year, much less an arena.
But then Cook discussed a sibling who is suffering from cancer: My brothers tumor has stopped growing! he happily told the crowd, and it was hard not to be touched.
His set was uneven, though his spooky Michael Jackson-by-way-of-Chris Cornell version of Billie Jean sure was hard to beat.
For the encore, all 10 vocalists were on stage, marching back and forth across the stage while singing Rihanna's "Don't Stop the Music." Brooke and Jason both seemed a bit sheepish;
David C. grinned happily and David A.
Looked up at him like a proud little brother.
Hey, if you have to throw a group number in there for a closer, this wasn't a bad way to end a fun night.
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Hmm, I read about 5 other reviews and all of them praised Michael's performance, calling it "show-stopper" and a first half (of show) treat, among other very complimentary things.
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BROOKE SANG YELLOW?!
Thanks to rockerannah for the wicked cool signature!
hello, I hate the world.
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Nice review for Archie
This post has been edited by Crazy4Idol: Jul 2nd 2008, 7:15 PM
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hmm, I read about 5 other reviews and all of them praised Michael's performance, calling it "show-stopper" and a first half (of show) treat, among other very complimentary things.
Can you post links?
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Kristy "thrived in concert." Yay!
I had a feeling she'd do well on tour.
AI7: Kady [robbed] Michael [robbed] Kristy [robbed] Carly [robbed]
Thanks Jess for the sig!
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Kristy "thrived in concert." Yay!
I had a feeling she'd do well on tour.
at that too.
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Everybody put Kristy down during the show.
Nashville's gonna love her, and I bet she'll sell a ton of records for them.
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I'm happy to hear that most of them got a good review.
AI7 favorites: archuleta, carly, hernandez, brooke, chikezie.
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Live Daily
Quote: Rousing performances by Top 10 finalists Michael Johns, Arizona's Brooke White, runner-up David Archuleta and winner David Cook highlighted the three-hour show.
In years past, the campy part of the tour was group performances by the Top 10 finalists.
This year, producers wisely took a step back and allowed each of the finalists to perform mini-concerts of songs of their own choosing, allowing time for only two group numbers.
The evening kicked off with No.
10 finalist Chikezie Eze and his soulful, choreographed performances of songs such as Usher's "Caught Up" and John Legend's "So High," which were much stronger than his days on "Idol."
"I pray that you enjoy it because this is for you," Eze told the crowd early on.
Ramiele Malubay, No.
9, kicked off her performance with a paltry rendition of the Jackson 5's "I Want You Back." She suffered from the same malady as when she was on "American Idol"--an inability to project her vocals.
Her voice was barely audible during the Jackson 5 song, but improved as she went through her three numbers, which also included Taylor Dayne's "Love Will Lead You Back" and Maroon 5's "If I Never See Your Face Again." She should have worried more about her vocals than waving to the crowd.
No.
8's Johns brought the crowd to its feet for the first time by coming out from under the stage singing Queen's "We Will Rock You," which segued into a powerful cover of "We Are the Champions."
"This next song got me voted off 'American Idol' but I don't think it'll get me kicked off the tour," he said about Aerosmith's "Dream On."
He was right;
Although he was a little shouty at times, he hit the high notes effortlessly, evoking a standing ovation.
Kristy Lee Cook, who frequently finished in the bottom three each week before landing at No.
7, overused her sexuality as a way to get the crowd riled.
During her set of country numbers, Cook opened with Carolyn Dawn Johnson's "Squeezin' The Love Outta You," while shaking her, well, assets, and tossing her hair back.
She kept it clean, however, for Lee Greenwood's "God Bless the USA," which she dedicated to the veterans.
Irish songbird Carly Smithson, No.
6, delivered a pro-worthy version of Evanescence's "Bring Me to Life," followed by a revamped cover of Heart's "Crazy On You." She wrapped up her enthusiastic set with Cyndi Lauper's "Drove All Night."
Johns may have brought the crowd to its feet, but during the first half of the show, the audience favorite was hometown girl White, No.
5. She arose from under the stage sitting at a piano for the crowd-pleasing "Let it Be."
"Thank you so much.
It's good to be home," she said simply.
In a show of solidarity--and modesty--winner David Cook stood backstage in the wings during White's take on Coldplay's "Yellow," encouraging those sitting side stage to cheer her on.
When her number was done, he stood and allowed fans to take pictures of him.
After a break during which the giant Pop-Tart made a repeat performance, dread-locked No.
4 finalist Jason Castro offered a lackluster performance.
His aching voice ably took on "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," but he didn't show the stage presence to pull off a solo show;
Perhaps it was opening night jitters.
"This next song is a song that helped make my dreams come true," Castro said.
"I sang it in every audition but the final 24." That song was a partially acoustic offering of Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy."
"A lot of people call me crazy because Im always dreaming, but look where it got me," he said in introducing the Lovin' Spoonful's "Daydream."
Like Christy Lee Cook, No.
3's Syesha Mercado banked on her sexuality to bring the crowd to it collective feet.
Screaming "everybody sing," she playfully sang Rihanna's "Umbrella" and slowed it down for Alicia Keys' "If I Ain't Got You."
But girls--and, sadly, some middle-aged women--cried and shouted during runner-up Archuleta's performance.
Like White, he took the stage by arising from under the platform while sitting at a piano surrounded by a dense cloud of smoke.
He offered favorites from his "American Idol" performances: Robbie Williams' "Angels," OneRepublic's "Apologize" and Ben E.
King's "Stand By Me" mashed with Sean Kingston's "Beautiful Girls." He was given the opportunity to play four songs, the last of which was "When You Say You Love Me."
While introducing Cook, the gee-whiz Archuleta teased, "You're in for a real treat here.
Enjoy the wild ride."
Despite Archuleta's fervent following, winner Cook was hands-down the star of the show.
His rock take on Lionel Richie's "Hello" showed a superstar of the future, following in the footsteps of former contestant Chris Daughtry.
Between the chorus and the verse of "Hello," Cook smiled and said, "I like this," in response to his fans' shouting.
It's easy to like the "American Idol" performance--just make the marketing a little more subtle.
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Live Daily
N ce!
Lovin' what they're sayin' about Cookie!
It takes 43 Muscles to Frown and 17 to Smile, But it Doesn't Take Any to Just Sit There With a Dumb Look on Your Face.
>^..^<
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Just to give credit where credit is due this one from the OP was the online blog of the Arizona Republic.
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'American Idol' tour hits the right notes in Glendale
By Randy Cordova
The Arizona Republic
Talk about fixing what was broken.
In previous outings, the annual American Idol tour featured the seasons top 10 contestants performing a large amount of group numbers.
Anyone who has ever watched the TV show can attest to a simple fact: The group numbers suck.
Every year, there are a few contestants who display no noticeable dancing ability.
Others cant harmonize to save their lives.
It doesnt help that the group numbers feature the kind of imaginative choreography that you usually find on Brady Bunch reruns.
This year, the tour producers made the wise move of eliminating virtually all group numbers.
There were only two spots featuring the ensemble during the tours opening night on Tuesday at Jobing.com Arena.
Winner David Cook did a five-song set;
Runner-up David Archuleta got four tunes and the remaining cast members each got three.
That meant the show moved along at a fairly lively pace and some performers got to display more personality than they showed on screen.
The show ran nearly two-and-a-half hours (with an intermission), but felt shorter.
The concert worked like a countdown, with the No.
10 ranked finalist going first.
Good thing it was one-named Chikezie, who worked the large stage like a pro.
He benefited from the format, opening with a growling rendition of Donny Hathaways I Believe to My Soul. It was the perfect way to start the night, as he quickly sailed through Ushers Caught Up and a terrific version of John Legends So High that showcased an awesome falsetto.
Unfortunately, the occasional weakness of the shows structure was evident once finalist No.
9 entered. Ramiele Malubay was dressed like an exile from a Michael Jackson video, as she sported black patent leather boots, tight black pants and black wrist cuffs.
It was oddly appropriate, because she sang the Jackson 5s I Want You Back in bland karaoke fashion.
She attempted some choreographed steps with two backing singers, but never appeared entirely comfortable.
She also tended to move away from the mike while singing, which didnt help her voice project through the crowded arena.
If Chikezie was like a partygoer who leaves too soon;
Ramiele was a dinner guest who wont depart until two hours after dessert is served.
Fortunately, most of the Idols had more to offer.
Aussie Michael Johns came off as capable but bland, with a fondness for arenarock clichés did he have to pump his fist in the air so much?
Still, the audience loved him.
Kristy Lee Cook, who didnt make much of an impression on TV, thrived in concert, as she offered a sassy, hip-wriggling presentation that would go over big with a Nashville crowd.
She repeated her Idol trademark of Lee Greenwoods God Bless the USA and dedicated it to any veterans in the house.
Considering the huge number of adolescents in the arena, one guesses that veterans made up a very small part of the crowd.
Tattooed Carly Smithson opened with a loud and powerful take on Evanescence's Bring Me to Life. She is prettier than she appears on TV, and smaller, too.
However, one imagines her lungs must take up a good portion of her body due to the sheer power she displayed.
She closed with a killer version of the Cyndi Lauper favorite I Drove All Night that chugged along at a hypnotic pace.
The big news for the Valley was the return of Phoenix native Brooke White, who finished fifth on the show.
The audience roared its approval and greeted her with a standing ovation.
Sitting barefoot at the piano, she earned the honors with a soulful Let It Be that inspired goose bumps.
White looked gorgeous and her personality was infectious: Its good to be home! she enthused, and you could tell that she meant it.
She picked up the guitar for Feist's whimsical "1, 2, 3, 4," then closed with a glowing (no pun intended) version of Coldplays Yellow. She may never become a huge star, but Whites joyful integrity and musical smarts should guarantee her a solid career in the Melissa Manchester/Carole King mode.
After an intermission, dreadlocked Jason Castro charmed his way through a ukulele-driven Over the Rainbow, an inspired interpretation of Gnarls Barkley's Crazy and the hazy mellowness of Daydream. He is so unslick and well-meaning, it is hard not to like him.
On the other hand, every move Syesha Mercado made appeared to be choreographed down to her last hand gesture.
Thats not a knock;
The contrast between her Vegas-ready style and Castros coffeehouse charms simply jumped out due to being placed back-to-back in the show.
She closed with Beyonces Listen and turned the tune into a personal mantra that successfully whipped the crowd up.
If she exited to cheers, things hit ear-piercing levels when David Archuleta hit the stage.
I always rooted for the kid on the show;
On stage, hes equally impressive.
He opened at the piano with Robbie Williams Angels and the purity and range of his voice was breathtaking.
Then he took the dark angst of OneRepublic's Apologize to illustrate how versatile his voice is and how it can be placed in different settings.
Strangely, the only weak spot was the closer: Josh Grobans When You Say You Love Me is the kind of drippy song that he needs to stay away from, because he is capable of so much more.
He also needs a new fashion coordinator: The shiny black slacks were they leather?
and a jacket lined with glittery piping made him look ready for a gig on a cruise ship.
The screams were split pretty evenly between David A.
And David C., who immediately followed.
Cook can come off as cocky on stage;
Constantly exerting the crowd to get up by waving his arms seemed a bit bold for someone who couldnt have filled a bar in Glendale last year, much less an arena.
But then Cook discussed a sibling who is suffering from cancer: My brothers tumor has stopped growing! he happily told the crowd, and it was hard not to be touched.
His set was uneven, though his spooky Michael Jackson-by-way-of-Chris Cornell version of Billie Jean sure was hard to beat.
For the encore, all 10 vocalists were on stage, marching back and forth across the stage while singing Rihanna's "Don't Stop the Music." Brooke and Jason both seemed a bit sheepish;
David C. grinned happily and David A.
Looked up at him like a proud little brother.
Hey, if you have to throw a group number in there for a closer, this wasn't a bad way to end a fun night.
Here is the one written by Olivia Barker for the USA Today's Idol Chatter blog (this is spread over seven pages at the source.)
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Quote: Chikezie kicks it off
No.
10 intones the announcer.
Clad in a plum blazer, glittery black T-shirt and shiny white sneakers, Chikezie walks out and breaks into Ray Charles' I Believe to My Soul, crouching down into the stage during the more soulful parts.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the very first show of American Idols Live! Next up: Ushers Caught Up.
The floor is standing in the back and the glowsticks have just started to emerge.
Chikezie leads the crowd in syncopated clapping before dialing it down low for John Legends So High and pacing the width and then length of stage (and keeping his crowd grabbiness in check, thankfully).
Hands shoot into the air.
Ramiele's all tricked out
Ramiele sounds eerily like a pre-infamy Michael Jackson when she launches into I Want You Back.
Even her fist-rolling moves are quintessential Jackson 5.
(Shes wearing, however, Thriller-era sparkles.
Dominatrixed up with studded wrist cuffs and a pair of black patent stiletto boots, its a costume that probably should have stayed in the 80s.) She slows things down with more 80s references, Taylor Daynes Love Will Lead You Back, and then rebounds, tempo-wise, with Rihannas If I Never See Your Face Again.
The relatively subdued crowd seems less than thrilled with this selection
Michael ignites the crowd
Poor Ramiele.
She just cant compete with Michael Johns, who brings the audience to their feet even before he sings, when the strains of We Will Rock You start pounding out from the band.
He thrusts a power fist into the air, pauses and then: Ive paid my dues, time after time
So far, he is the champion of the concert.
On the line You gave me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it, and I thank you all, its clear hes thanking the crowd.
The result? A standing ovation.
Well, this is going to be fun.
I appreciate it.
The next song is for the ladies out there: Dolly Parton's Its All Wrong, But Its All Right, complete with lots of squinting eyes and head-shaking.
He beckons the crowd to join him, and some oblige.
Then: Well, this song got me voted off American Idol, but I dont think its going to get me kicked off the tour.
Its one of my favorites. His boot tapping, he dives into Aerosmith's Dream On.
Women sway in their seats.
Michael shoots his right hand into the air, swaying it, and the audience mirrors him, roaring.
Nearly the entire floor is on its collective feet.
Kristy Lee cooks
Kristy Lee Cook, long blond tresses cascading past her shoulders, her body squeezed into a silver-spangled white tank top and jeans, struts through country singer Carolyn Dawn Johnson's Squeezin the Love Outta You.
She twirls a T-shirt above her head and tosses it into the crowd, which has again sobered up somewhat.
Then: with Old Glory glowing on the screen above the stage, she, oddly enough, starts singing God Bless the USA while seated on the stairs.
One man stands and sings along open-mouthed with the chorus, before Cook gets up and walks to the edge of the stage.
When, as per the lyrics, she implores the audience to stand up! only perhaps half do so.
Next: Her backside gyrating, she kicks things up with Cowgirls (yes, shes wearing cowboy boots).
(Pedantic note from Ken -- Olivia and I think this song is by relatively obscure female country singer Kerry Harvick.)
Carly kicks out the jams
Oh, its tough to precede Carly Smithson.
Shes not even on stage when the crowd goes, um, crazy on her.
Rising up from beneath, green holographic images flashing behind her, she powers out Evanescence's Bring Me to Life in shiny black leggings, stiletto boots and a sequined tunic thats, of course, sleeveless and, big surprise, plunging.
When she exhorts the audience to Cmon! they largely do.
This next song, she announces, it is definitely my favorite song.
Do you guys mind if I sit down?
Ive changed it up a little.
Im going to get a little intimate with you. Carly, crouching on her boots at the edge of the stage, starts out slowly with Heart's Crazy on You before popping onto her heels and pounding out the rest.
Its a one-two sonic wallop, and the crowd agrees.
You guys are too nice, she tells them.
Then: the Cyndi Lauper/Celine Dion/Roy Orbison vehicle I Drove All Night, with Carly bathed in red and stalking the stage in front of a Times Square-at-night-like backdrop.
Women stand and, hands high above their heads, clap along.
This is a dream come true for all of us! Carly shouts, before introducing No.
5, her former roommate, the whitest person I know;
She tans less than I do - Brooke White, of course.
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Brooke flows, and it's intermission time
With Brooke pumping the piano pedals barefoot, her hair a tangle of Medusa curls, Let It Be garners probably most crowd standing yet.
Amid cheers, she chirps, Wow.
Its good to be home.
This is my home (shes from nearby Mesa).
And then: This song is really fun.
Be prepared to get your snap on. Perched precariously on shiny stilettos, Brookes mostly too busy strumming her guitar to snap along to Feist's 1, 2, 3, 4, but then she swaps fingers for strings as her music maker of choice and snaps along.
(Her shoes may look uncomfortable, but she seems relaxed.) Snap it up, yall! She gets a strong standing ovation before returning to the piano bench, kicking off those heels and starting into Coldplay's Yellow from beneath, of course, a warm yellow spotlight.
You are beautiful and I love everything youve done for me.
Thank you so much!
The show resumes: Jason 'Rainbows'
Jason Castro, half of his dreads pulled back, takes his ukulele to the stage for Over the Rainbow, strumming away under some projected clouds.
He trades his uke for his guitar on a folkie version of Gnarls Barkley's Crazy.
A lot of people call me crazy
and look where its gotten me, he says, flashing a grin.
Lastly: the dreamy (whether in looks or temperament, depending on whom you ask) Castro pokes gentle fun at his perceived spaciness with an inspired song choice: Daydream (by the Lovin' Spoonful).
Syesha balladeers
Syesha sashays down the stairs in a spangly, black and silver baby-doll dress and channels Rihanna, singing Umbrella in front of a shower of projected sparkles.
She announces shes going to slow it down.
Its another emergent diva, Alicia Keys If I Aint Got You.
The next song is really dear to me -- and its associated with yet another ballad-belter, Beyonce and Listen.
Women close their eyes and nod along.
"You gotta listen to your heart," Syesha says.
"This, I have to say, is nothing like being on the American Idol stage.
It's a lot different.
Awesome."
Adored Archie performs, plus the coming of Cookie
The crowd is just done mouthing the words to Robbie Williams' Angels when Archie ascends the stairs.
As far as theyre concerned, he has no need to apologize for his smooth rendition of OneRepublic's Apologize.
Little kids with Archie T-shirts are out of their seats and creeping closer to the stage, their eyes wide.
From down here on the floor, Archie looks, per the lyrics, 10 feet off the ground.
Then: This next song, Id like to dedicate it to everyone here: Ben E.
King's Stand by Me (complete with interwoven snippet from Sean Kingston's Stand by Me-borrowing Beautiful Girls).
The night may have come, according to the first verse, but Archies aglow in front of a sun-lit screen.
Then a When You Say You Love Me setup: This ones about when you love someone and how much that means. Which garners and immediate and exuberant We love you! from the girls below.
I love you, too, responds a sheepish Archuleta.
Camera phones compete with glow sticks as mini-Archie spotlights.
Archie brings even a middle-aged guy clapping to his feet.
This guy is pretty much amazing, so enjoy the wild ride, says Archie, introducing Cookie.
From the floor, standing is required to catch a glimpse of the Hello belter, wearing a (sleeveless) Sergeant Pepper-esque military vest.
His brothers black AC monogram emblazons his white guitar.
Guys affectionately pat girls on the back.
The stage goes dark.
And then: violet light.
So. Howre you guys doing tonight? Archie-rivaled squealing ensues.
The David C.
Section, and the show concludes
I bought this camera for the sole purpose of documenting what I'm expecting to be the coolest summer of my life, Cook announces, before having the house lights turned up and turning his lens on the audience and giving a shout-out to newly married Ruben Studdard.
Then what bedeviled Brooke befalls Cookie: I lost an ear (monitor) but Ill keep it out.
He grows grateful -- We are just 10 people who got crazy lucky - and sings about how hes having the Time of My Life - for more poignant reasons than music superstardom, it turns out.
I got great news today, he says.
My brothers tumor has stopped growing! Wild cheers.
Thank you, guys, from the bottom of my heart. He dedicates the Foo Fighters' My Hero to his brother.
How loud can you guys get? Very loud, it turns out.
After he jogs around the stage, a very dark and very pregnant pause ensues.
Then, like Michael Jackson at the Grammys oh-so-many years ago, theres a theatrical entrance: Cookie solo at the stages edge, standing in front of a literal smokescreen (psychedelic smoke images are billowing on the wall behind him) -- just him, his guitar, a mike and Billie Jean.
Finally, the group finale, Rihanna's Dont Stop the Music, for which the Idols have tweaked or overhauled their outfits.
Carlys in sparkly tight satin, Syeshas in Rihanna-ready booty shorts and Brooke is in some Stevie Nicks-esque, cape-like floral robe.
Michaels draped in one of his scarves (purple velvet), while Jason seems to be winking - or is that smirking?
-- through the whole act.
After the Idols leave, after the lights go up, Cookie briefly returns to the stage and hands a T-shirt to a fan.
Girls cram the edge of a metal balcony above.
A piece of paper flutters down to where their No.
1 Idol is striding through.
He catches it, borrows a pen and signs it as the chorus of We love yous! grows.
This post has been edited by CRB: Jul 2nd 2008, 9:38 PM
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I always enjoy reading the concert reviews.
It sounds like most of the Idols were well received by the audience.
I'm not sure I love the tour format, though.
Does anyone know how this year's tour is selling so far?
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I always enjoy reading the concert reviews.
It sounds like most of the Idols were well received by the audience.
I'm not sure I love the tour format, though.
Does anyone know how this year's tour is selling so far?
They were calling the first night in Glendale a "sellout" in the 'day of' interviews that I saw with the Idols, but , they (venues, producers, ticket sellers) play so many games with ticket sales these days it is ridiculous and hard to know until you actually go to a show and look at empty seats.
If you see the 'seat fillers' moving around then you know you've truly got a hot ticket/show/event.
This post has been edited by CRB: Jul 2nd 2008, 10:25 PM
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Thats awesome! im glad the tour is being well recieved & getting pretty good reviews.
congrats david cook!
"you've been cookified!" season 7=amazinggg!
thanks for the blend annah!
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Great review of the concert.
Brooke covered Yellow pretty good on her album it would be cool to see her perform it live.
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Can you post links?
Ah, when I first read this I thought That's a lot of work at this hour.
THANK YOU TO THE FOLKS ABOVE WHO POSTED OTHER REVIEWS AND LINKS!!
Seriously, thanks, you saved me a bunch a work.
I recognized some of them as the ones I had read.
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Love the review
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I thought groups songs were pretty much out since season 3.
I think season 4 had some duets, but after that it was take your turn
The issue I have with peiople taking a turn is that possibility where some fans will arrive late so they don't have to sit through earlier acts and others will leave to go to the bathroom while their idol is off stage.
This post has been edited by playbiller: Jul 4th 2008, 2:12 AM
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I thought groups songs were pretty much out since season 3.
I think season 4 had some duets, but after that it was take your turn
The issue I have with people taking a turn is that possibility where some fans will arrive late so they don't have to sit through earlier acts and others will leave to go to the bathroom while their idol is off stage.
Season 5 had more group songs then Season 4, and Season 6 was pretty much all group songs.
I actually like the mini concerts better then the "all group song" format of S6, but I think they should've added some more duets.
I really dislike the group songs with all 10 contestants, but the duets or group songs with 3 or 4 people are always cool.
This post has been edited by Crazy4Idol: Jul 4th 2008, 11:44 AM
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