I wasn't sure about this one. I'm not a big Carole King fan -- too much pop, not enough edge -- and I didn't see how my favorites, Scotty and James, were going to pull it off. I expected schmaltz and '70s-teenybopper drooling (and trust me, the '70s teenyboppers are getting plenty old enough to drool.)
It started out just as I feared: Jacob did "Oh No, Not My Baby," and while he gets points for his spankin' bow tie, and the judges liked it, I got bored halfway through. Ugh. Sap. Time for another drink; this is going to be a long night.Read more »