Last night, I was happy to discover that the kids on American Idol would be singing hits from the Bee Gees, a group I came to appreciate after watching their PBS special a few years back. They can be overly sentimental, but I love their songwriting. They also happen to be one of my sister's favorite groups. (She has four eclectic favorites and maybe I'll list them someday, but back to the subject...)

Robin Gibb was there to help "judge". I'm still waiting for a guest judge to be more critical or even lambaste somebody. "You ruined my song! That was the worst rendition I've ever heard! Worse than William Shatner!" Telling everybody that they are brilliant, when some of them obviously aren't, doesn't help anybody.

Clay's "dance" moves made me shudder and wish he had sung "To Love Somebody" again. It was the song of the night. To later hear Josh's contrasting country version of the same song only reinforced the feeling that he should be going home tonight. Kimberley was there, but not spectacular. After the music drowned him out the first time, Ruben returned with a fine performance of "How Do You Mend A Broken Heart".

Yeah, I pay way too much attention to the show. But I figure that this entry will amuse me someday, when I want to revisit these simpler and more innocent times.