
Last night was perhaps my favorite American Idol episode ever. How can you not love a television show that features a hard-rocker staring lovingly into Andrew Lloyd Weber's wee beady eyes? Or when a tattooed Irish lass belts out Jesus Christ Superstar? Or when your heart breaks as Brooke, America's Sweetheart, forgets the words to Lloyd Weber's most obscure song?
I'm going to be honest, I've not been a David Cook fan, but last night, his phantom won me over. Who would have thought Music of the Night would have been what clenched it for me?

