This is an open invitation/opportunity for you (you know who you are) to react and pay tribute to Jason Castro’s EXPULSION from American Idol last night.
I will just say with 58.67% certainty that he is on drugs. He openly admitted his brain was fried [by drugs] on national television. Didn’t he ever see the commercial with the egg and the frying pan?
Then he made up completely different words to the song he was supposed to sing on the play out. He didn’t even want to sing it – he wanted to run off the stage like the little girl he is.
Jason was unique and showed promise early, but in the end I don’t think he ever really wanted it.
Good bye our pointy eared Legolas friend. We’ll see you back in Rowlett soon!
In other news, AI will be returning David Archuleta to his hometown, Murray Utah, this week. My mom (and aunts and uncles) went to David A’s high school back when they were the Murray High “Smelterites” rather than the “Spartans”. That was because there used to be a huge brick smelter in Murray.
I just can’t wait!
Dear Jason,
First, I use “dear” in the loosest sense of the word. Let’s be honest. You and I, we’re not friends. I pretty much wasn’t ever digging on you. Well, your music, anyway. I can’t comment on you as a person…or rather, I shouldn’t. Anyway, I was placated to find that you were invited to leave AI last night and gratified to see that you didn’t take it too hard. You are an ok bloke, I guess, as blokes go and if I met you in a dark alley, I probably wouldn’t fear you so I guess you’re better than some dudes out there. I am, however, troubled by your decided lack of talent combined with your seemingly perpetual dazed state of mind. This concern is mostly derivative of my imagining that you have many groupies out there who are probably right now in the process of googling and subsequently ingesting whatever illicit substances to which you have taken a fancy but I guess that can’t be helped at this point.
In any case, I did feel blue for a moment or so when I learned of your removal from AI, but consoled myself with the leftovers of popcorn, marshmallows and m&ms and that pretty much made it all go away. So, if you are feeling a little blue, I suggest getting yourself some of the deliciousness that is the aforementioned treat and put Jack Johnson’s “Wrong Turn” on repeat for a week or two. You’ll feel better in no time.
Best of Luck,
Tamara
P.S. The sound you are going for in the music industry has been done…a lot…and a lot better than you’re doing it. But you seem like a nice kid and I think you might even enjoy NYC so check out W.E.’s post about a career opportunity for you Central Park and let that percolate in your head a while. That might just be the ticket for
you. XOXO and stuff…TLB out.
He wanted to go, He was more than ready to go and he was hilarious in the meantime. It’s all good.
Dear Legolas,
Honestly I thought you were much better in Lord of the Rings. Truly there you were brilliant. You should
stick to the crossbow and flowing blonde hair. That will help you with the ladies in the long run.
Remember your elf eyes are a great gift. Not many people can clearly see incoming
armies from miles away. But not many people can keep people miles at bay with their singing, either, so
you have two very unique qualities going for you.
I’ll remember you most for dusting off my Kindergarten favorite “Somewhere over the Rainbow”–you took
me back to the soft food good ol’ days. I was seriously hoping to get your rendition of “The Eentsie Weentsie
Spider.” A man can still dream, right?
Speaking of dreams, I might need a bedtime song sometime. Can I book you?
Later, dude.
I just want to take a pair of scissors to that! *shiver* I just can’t look at it anymore.
Did you have to put a biting the lips picture? shudder. dry heave.