The highlight tonight was Vonzell Solomon's energetic performance of "Let's Hear It for the Boy." Now, I have always been a total sucker for that song. As far as I'm concerned, Deniece Williams' song was the only decent thing to come out of the Footloose mania, and I was going to be mighty disappointed if Vonzell didn't do it justice. But dawg, she worked it out, man, I was feeling it. It is safe to continue loving that song. "Maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my lovin' one-man show": Best. Lyrics. Ever. (You may think I'm being a cynical smartass, but I'm absolutely sincere about this song.)
The lowlight, once again, was Scott Savol's performance. It was especially creepy because Hall & Oates were watching from the audience as he sang one of their songs. I miss John Oates' mustache—he just looks bizarrely angular without it. And was Daryl Hall's chin always that Lenoesque, or has he had work done (and done poorly)? Why were Hall & Oates even there in the audience, you ask? My theory is that when H&O's people were asked to grant the rights for the song to be performed on Idol, they said, "Sure, but you gotta put us on TV. We're desperate. You know, we're touring again, but nobody cares. You gotta get us some exposure!"