American Idols Live is in Tampa tonight, and for the life of me, I can't remember much about last season (or the season before that, or the season before that, or . . .). Okay, I do remember Amanda Overmyer-Daly, but only because I was infatuated with the surly biker nurse with the Elsa Lanchester hair. My Future Third Ex-Wife didn't even make the Top 10, but the rest will be onstage this evening, warbling their way back into your guilty-pleasure zones.
After a brief synaptic warmup, I'm slowly starting to remember the David vs. David finale, as hair-challenged rocker Cook trumped soulless sock puppet Archuleta.
And yes, for various reasons, I do recall a persistent bare-feet motif, as overly earnest hippie Brooke White and incandescent third-placer Syesha Mercado were often unshod.
But despite the fact that I apparently picked her to win the whole shebang, Carly Smithson long ago packed her bags and left my brain. Same goes for people named Chikezie and Ramiele Malubay. This Jason Castro fella left behind a few dread extensions in my cerebellum, but that's about it.
The most disturbing thing about all of this is that I spend great chunks of my life writing about Idol. And yet, it's almost all gone. Poof! Has my time been misspent? Would I be better off hunting for unicorns or studying the mating habits of Twinkies? Maybe I should take a long look in the mirror . . .
By the way, only 150 days until Season 8. I'll bring the dip.
American Idols Live, sponsored by Pop-Tarts and featuring the top 10 finishers from last season's show, starts at 7 tonight, St. Pete Times Forum, Tampa. $36.75-$65.75. (813) 301-2500; stpetetimes forum.com.