Don't blame the Cowell
So far, all the contestants are sounding like the B-side of a pizza. Cracking, awful voices, full of nasty me-first attitude. It's so not-L.A. All the L.A. wannabes are so used to be rejected they know how to take it. We can handle Cowell's cat-o-nine. We expect it.
In Minneapolis, the non-musical masses tried everything - silly costumes, tears, sob stories, temper tantrums, name-calling, naughty words. Hey, face it - you can't sing. Go work in Burger King.