“It’s Over! You got here just in time for the death rattle. Last gasp. Last grope.”
“At least I’m here for that.” Those words, spoken by William Miller in Almost Famous pretty much perfectly describe the hot mess that was Steven Tyler on tonight’s premiere of “American Idol.”
“American Idol” is in its 10th year, and if you ask me that’s 6 years too long, but Steven Tyler is eating it up and he’s hilarious if not bipolar. He can toggle between being oddly prophetic and giving out surprisingly astute advice to these up and coming singers and/or epic failures and being completely and utterly ridiculous.
You could play a drinking game watching him. Every time Steven Tyler yells, growls and hits a note out of Mariah Carey’s range, take a drink. You’ll be wasted in a half hour.
I knew this season would be a shit show but I have to say, I didn’t think I’d like watching it so much. I guess Rob Sheffield was right, as he so often is. Watching Steven Tyler is like sort of a meta-Idol experience because he acts like HE is the one auditioning and I can’t tell if it’s because he’s excited to be there or if the years of drug abuse have finally fought through the layers of injected collagen and gone to his brain. Speaking of, Tyler should probably make another Botox appointment, he’s looking a bit saggy.
I can’t wait to see what he does this season. He’s hilarious and he proves exactly why Aeorsmith was my first favorite band. It’s like watching “SNL” last Saturday when Gwenyth Paltrow hosted–it’s a mess, it’s awkward, it’s not really funny, but you can’t look away and chuckle anyway.
This should probably be the last season of “American Idol” and thank God Steven Tyler is here for the death rattle.