‘Idols’ show moves from awkward to admirable
Sarver and Gokey stumble, but Iraheta, Lambert and Allen shine
![]() | The "American Idols Live!" tour has its moments -- some supremely awkward, others pretty good. |
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Poor Michael Sarver. He is largely alone on the stage, the band pushed to the background, the better to emphasize that there is just … Michael Sarver. Michael Sarver, who finished tenth on the latest season of "American Idol," who is now pushing hard through his Gavin DeGraw cover, while the fidgety fans who came to see other people watch with palpable impatience.
It is a feature of the "American Idols Live" tour that each Idol is dramatically announced by a Vader-like voice intoning only final placement and name: "Number ten ... Michael."
The tour's need to introduce everybody one by one prohibits a great big opening number. Instead, the tenth-place finisher is all alone, trying to take an ice-cold crowd from zero to give-a-damn. During Ne-Yo's "Closer," when Sarver gets to "I just can't stop," he begs outright for audience participation. He is mercilessly denied.
This is how the first half of the show goes. Megan Joy (formerly Corkrey) first inspires thoughts that she was written off too quickly, but then not quickly enough. Scott McIntyre makes self-deprecating jokes about his blindness, but those are his warmest moments.
Lil Rounds tries "Single Ladies," as the words flash on the jumbo screen behind her. But a sing-along you have to beg for is like a date you have to pay for: it's better than nothing, but it doesn't feel the same. And it's surprising that when an iconic dance video has three people in it, the most-watched media juggernaut in the country can't provide a couple of budget dancers instead of leaving Rounds to mimic those Beyonce moves alone on the giant, empty stage.
Staging presents problems for some
This staging problem contributes to an unfortunate talent-show feeling throughout the first half. Stranding Lil Rounds on a large expanse of unadorned acreage — cut off from what little there is that distinguishes the environment from karaoke, including the live band — is an act of cruelty. Like Sarver, Rounds is not prepared to dominate a venue the size of Washington, D.C.'s Verizon Center.
Anoop Desai is the same way he was on television: he's fine, but no better than fine. "My Prerogative" played on the show as a mildly nose-thumbing Hollywood performance that tweaked what "Idol" wanted him to be. Here, it just seems small.
Matt Giraud is perhaps the most frustrating, because he has considerable vocal skill, and everything he's doing with it is gravely irritating. A bluesy piano singer need not cover Otis Redding's "Hard To Handle." And "Georgia On My Mind" is too on-the-nose, too much a comparison of himself to Ray Charles, kidding-but-not. Giraud was born with silver pipes and aluminum musicality — commercially sturdy, but so far, short on beauty.
Iraheta shines, but it's Lambert the crowd wants
The top four finishers are saved for the second half — after the intermission, which renders this more a theatrical revue than a traditional concert. Allison Iraheta hits a snag right away. She sings Pink's "So What," with a wind machine to blow on her hair. All that means is that she can't move.
So it isn't until she is cut loose for Janis Joplin's "Cry Baby" that it happens. That you realize that she's actually very, very good, and suddenly does not belong here, or perhaps “here” does not belong with her. For all the jokes and the Ford Fusion commercials, she has innate artistry, and unlike the first-half lineup, effortlessly owns the stage and the crowd.
Third-place Danny Gokey is the conspicuous weak point of the second act. His rendition of Santana's "Maria Maria" brings an embarrassing dance with his microphone stand. And while knowing the kind of performer you are is good, when two of your four songs are covers of the same artist, you elevate that artist to your personal Elvis. This means Danny Gokey's personal Elvis is Rascal Flatts.
But then. Oh, then. The girls — the screamers — have been waiting for Adam Lambert all night, shrieking reflexively at every glimpse of his picture during the T-shirt promotions on the big video screen. He does not disappoint them.
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