Just how possible is it to like the audition rounds of American Idol ? 35%? Or so? Less? They’re such unending trials of schmaltz, nerves, and cruelty, packing none of the torch-song determination of the competitive weeks. American Idol ‘s supposed to make us say, “I want to live ” and not “I want to cry for the rate of idiocy in the heartland.” Oh, Milwaukee. The tryouts in Wisconsin’s most beer-friendly city were fine, but only these three auditions (including a young lady I will soon call Harmonic-a Lewinsky) made the evening worth our cheeseheaded devotion.
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American Idol Top 3 Auditions: Hail to the Intern!
