Along with Carrie Underwood and Melinda Doolittle, Michael Johns shares a special place in a part my brain that's labelled Memorable American Idol Contestants. (Kelly Clarkson doesn't count because I didn't watch the first season.)
"Michael Johns," you say?
"That Australian guy who sang Bohemian Rhapsody? Who got axed on Idol Gives Back? With that quirky-jerky-dancing? Who sticks out his butt, and lifts his mic high into the sky? That Michael Johns?"
YES.
I still think he got prematurely booted out of Idol.
Season 7 of American Idol was crazily fun. With Brooke White's restarts, to David Archuleta's lyric flubs... right up to the disastrous cover of Shout to the Lord, where they colour-coded white, as if Idol night was Laundry night... Season 8 never replicated such insane fun, in my opinion.
(Not like it matters though, because this individual had to strain his brain to remember the names of this year's finalists, Adam Gokey and Kris Lambert. Guess they're just not in my MAIC happy place.)
"Michael Johns," you say?
"That Australian guy who sang Bohemian Rhapsody? Who got axed on Idol Gives Back? With that quirky-jerky-dancing? Who sticks out his butt, and lifts his mic high into the sky? That Michael Johns?"
YES.
I still think he got prematurely booted out of Idol.
Season 7 of American Idol was crazily fun. With Brooke White's restarts, to David Archuleta's lyric flubs... right up to the disastrous cover of Shout to the Lord, where they colour-coded white, as if Idol night was Laundry night... Season 8 never replicated such insane fun, in my opinion.
(Not like it matters though, because this individual had to strain his brain to remember the names of this year's finalists, Adam Gokey and Kris Lambert. Guess they're just not in my MAIC happy place.)
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