American Idol finale: The singers brought it, the producers blew it
In the end, David vs. David wasn’t David vs. Goliath exactly.
But by the time it was over, it must have seemed as if 17-year-old David Archuleta — aka “Archie,” or “Gaspy” to his detractors at Votefortheworst.com — had just slain the twin dragons of nerves and an older, more experienced opponent in David “Raspy” Cook, the 25-year-old rocker with the pipes to match and the laid-back attitude of an old pro.
By the time, the two Idol contenders worked their way through three songs apiece, it was, in the words of that noted sage Simon Cowell, “a knockout.” For Archuleta.
American Idol’s final performance show of the talent competition’s seventh season may also have been one of the worst produced hours of television of the 2007-’08 season — and that’s saying something — but why dwell on the negatives? This was David A. and David C.’s night to shine, and shine they did — to the best of their abilities, in any event.
There’s nothing left now but David A.’s official coronation in Wednesday’s results program. That’s if — and it may be a big “if” — everyone didn’t make up their minds before the performance program began. For whatever reason, David A. was in the zone, his mind focused like a laser on winning and his strategy set on staying within his limits: an Elton John ballad here, a slow-dancing number there and John Lennon’s Imagine — yes, Imagine again — to close out the show.
David C., on the other hand, chose to stretch his instrument, and his guitar, but came up a bit short. His raspy, old-soul take on U2’s I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For — one of my favourite songs, like, ever — was my favourite performance of the evening, but David C.’s no Bono.
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May 21st, 2008 at 1:56 am
ha, I can’t remember all the details. I doubt he just stood there looking at his eyes for a whole minute. He just realized the patients position and looked at him for a moment. He was in the room with some visitors I believe… damn my memory
May 21st, 2008 at 2:46 am
I just had pneumonia two weeks ago (although I’m only 30 years old.) There was nothing friendly about it.I had a fever of 105 and a resting pulse rate of 155 (compared to my normal of 62 - 65.) Every time I got out from under my many MANY blankets, I would shiver uncontrollably to the point where my teeth would chatter.Every morning I woke up freezing, yet completely covered in my own sweat. And no matter what I did I could not stay hydrated. My arms hurt, my back hurt, and with every breath I took, it felt like I was in a steam room sucking in water. It was hard to get a full lung of air (or at least it felt that way.)This went on for 9 days! I think I’d rather be shot.
May 21st, 2008 at 3:37 am
Pneumonia combined with Chemotherapy can bring a painful end to a cancer patient’s life at any age.
May 21st, 2008 at 4:27 am
Just saying, if you give chemo to a healthy person, they can get very sick.Thats one thing that doesn’t happen with homeopathy
May 21st, 2008 at 5:18 am
Not when you’re in the hospital and get it because of your poor immune system from chemo, so they’re trying to keep you breathing…
May 21st, 2008 at 6:08 am
Nowadays Florida fills that role.
May 21st, 2008 at 6:59 am
I had pneumonia when I was 21, I felt miserable, but I also kept passing out - which was a kindness.My mom had a bad bout of it one time, they intubated her, put her on nimbex to keep her from pulling her tube out, and then on ativan - because it is a scary thing to be paralyzed (from the nimbex) and fully conscious. It was like she was drowning alive, only she was in ICU for a few weeks, and then it took a few more weeks for the ativan to wear off.I think one of the kindest ways to go (other than in your sleep) is from kidney failure. The one person I saw with that basically just lapsed into a coma, and then passed from there.
May 21st, 2008 at 7:50 am
I don’t have very good grammar.The story of Emmit:Every morning for the four weeks i knew him, Emmit had the largest breakfast out of all the other residents. 2 waffles, 3 sausage, 3 bacon, 2 scrambled eggs, 2 large orange juice’s and a small cranberry. Sometimes he would even order 2 more large orange juices when he was finished eating. I caught him twice sneaking a full glass of orange juice from the dining room but i never said anything.He smelled like urine, could barely hear and didn’t seem ‘all there’ but i thought he was just the nicest guy. He lived in the commons (assisted living) which is the step before hospice. He was still mostly there mentally and seemed very happy.He died from pneumonia last week a few days after his 89th birthday. There was no prolonged suffering or days spent on life support. From what i have heard he became sick, fell asleep and never woke up.He was my first resident that died but i took it like a man. I did my work day as i usually do. I may have cried a bit on the way home but there were sad songs on the radio anyways. Point being i guess is that was his time to go. I feel that when my time comes i want it to be like that. Not drug out in any way, for anyones selfish needs or financial gain.