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Do You Have the McPheeever?

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On last night's American Idol, we found out that either Sherman Oaks' own Katharine McPhee or the gray-haired dude Taylor Hicks will be your American Idol. Ubiquitous host Ryan Seacrest revealed that less than 1 percent of the 50 million votes cast separated the three contestants. (Has anyone else noticed that with all his jobs lately, Seacrest is probably too tired to shave and be annoying?)

Poor Elliott Yamin got the boot, and out of the three, we liked him the best. Hands down, the dude could sing. He was voted off by the American public because his personality didn't translate well over the boob tube, and he's not much of a looker. But he has a great story that we won't be suprised to see him pop up somewhere else. (Yamin is 90 percent deaf in one ear and has juvenile diabetes. He worked as pharmacy clerk and really had no musical training whatsoever.) And his version of "Moody's Mood for Love" is pretty freaking awesome.

Which leads us back to Katharine or Taylor. Though we want to pull for the hometown girl, she seems to have the cards stacked in her favor: nice looking girl from a nice family who's got a decent set -- of pipes. But what you might not know is that Kat has been training for this her whole life under the tutelage of her mother Peisha McPhee, a well-known cabaret singer here in LA. (We saw her last performing Sondheim at the Cinegrill a few years back.) If she loses, then we're sure Mom can use her in her act somewhere. And Kat's McPhans will surely be there to console their girl.

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Then there's Taylor Hicks, the white man's Ray Charles. His soul singing is just OK; and though we really did like him at first, the Tourettes' shouts of "Soul Patrol" and the Ray Charles-like convulsions are really starting to bug us.
The website had their AI-hating fans voting for Taylor for the past few weeks.

So really, we're caught between a rock and a hard place. It's a toss up, so we'll decide the American way: By not voting and letting other folks make the decision for us next week.