When reviewing Wednesday night’s season premiere of American Idol, Season 10, I harped on the fact that I’m from New Jersey, and I’m sick of everyone in the country thinking I’m just another character off of Jersey Shore. So I felt a little bit bad for the people of Louisiana being shrunken down to an image of mask wearing, drunken partiers. Sorry, New Orleans. I feel your pain.
On the upside, a lot of raw, exciting, original talent appeared in the City of Mardi Gras. There was less of an introduction to the New Orleans centered episode of Idol than there was to the season opener. The auditions kicked right off with Jordan Dorsey, a piano teacher and vocal coach. One of his students, a young six year old boy, said that Jordan is an “excellent teacher, not a great teacher, an excellent teacher.” How cute. He gave us a rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” that was, well, fine. He had some weird, inexpressible things going on with his tone, and his technique seemed almost overdone, too thought out at times. When Jordan finished, without commenting or conferencing, the judges shouted “Yes!” in unison. I wasn’t wowed. Maybe seeing something unrehearsed from Jordan, seeing how he just plain sings, will be a better indicator of his talent.
Sarah Sellers was the next auditioner. Her singing of “To Make You Feel My Love” might not have started in the most powerful or beautiful voice, but as Sarah went on, her smokey rasp (think Pink and Allison Iraheta) came to a powerful pinnacle. Combined with her non-cookie cutter looks, Sarah was one of my favorite kinds of contestants that we see on Idol. She was raw and unpolished, but incredibly talented. After Jennifer said that Sarah was “one of the best we’ve heard yet,” the judges granted her a golden ticket. Hopefully the judges will keep her around because of said talent and not cut her because her image isn’t right.
Jovany Baretto is a first generation American, the son of Cuban immigrants. He was excited to meet Jennifer Lopez, partially because he thinks she’s so beautiful and partially because her husband, Marc Anthony, is one of his personal idols. Jovany sang the heck out of “Contigo En La Distancia,” and I fell instantly in love with his big voice. Sadly for Jovany, most Hispanic gentlemen that I do fall in love with on Idol make it to the Top 12, which sounds great, except they then proceed to be cut within the first two weeks. Anyone remember Jorge Garcia? Or David Hernandez? They stole my heart, but apparently not so many other hearts across the country. Wouldn’t it be nice if the ubertalented Jovany could hold in for a little bit longer than usual? Maybe if he keeps whipping his shirt off, which he did in his audition, spurring a chest comparison between him, Steven, and Randy, the ladies who are in this show for more than talent will keep voting.