Liveblogging American Idol.
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It’s Beatles night. Again.
I guess that explains why Randy Jackson was yawning when Ryan went to introduce him. That’s never a good sign. Then he plugged Paula’s new song by working it into a comment. How corny.
As usual, I’ll just type what I’m thinking. I do not go back [...]
