kristy lee

In week 2 of Lennon-McCartney-Harrison karaoke, American Idol steals the title of "Worst Beatles Impersonation Ever" away from longtime champions the Bee Gees.

If you don't give, next year's Idol Gives Back marathon is going to be even longer.

American Idol would like you to know that in 1990 you should have been listening to more Australian chart hits.

The songs of Lennon and McCartney go through the blandifying machine. Then Chikezie and Amanda sing.

Is the song no one cares enough to sing on this week's Neil Diamond-encrusted episode of American Idol. Somewhere, E.T. is feeling really slighted.

It's the eighth season of Fox's commitment to bringing you monumental achievements in phone- and text message-based voting. You're in, right?

Some things -- like maybe some people singing -- happen on the penultimate week of American Idol. But none of it is as interesting as Fantasia.

It's OK to ask him to take the wheel but not necessarily vote-getting to shout his name in song in a way that suggests that you might be kind of pissed off at him. It's a lesson Carly learns the hard way as the six are whittled to five...

Turns out that "vocal perfection" is not what text message voters are interested in on this week's American Idol.

We're only a week or so away from not having to watch this show three nights a week. Get excited.

They could have made it easy and gotten rid of all the boring ones, but then there'd be no show. As it is, the public voted instead. They say.

David is your new American Idol champ. The older, more poised, less-freaked-out, lite-rock David, that is. Now, read how...