Tate Stevens is the country singer who has put his career on hold to raise his family or whatever but now he wants to commit fully to his music and that ugly fucking cowboy hat. Ugh. Sorry guys, I just can’t bring myself to like this dude or his obnoxious hat. But, okay. He does a cover of Brian McKnight’s “Back at One.” Personally, if anyone’s gonna sing a B. McKnight song, I’d prefer it be this one. But I guess it’s not exactly appropriate for network television.
My P works just fine, Brian. Sheesh!
Justin and Scooter think Tate’s charismatic, but they’re not sure they’d write him a $5 million dollar check. Good. Don’t.
Vino Alan, Jax Teller’s Sergeant-at-Arms, tells us that music was the thing he turned to as a child when his stepfather would physically abuse his mother. Man, that’s heavy stuff. Vino goes before the judges and sings P!nk’s “Sober,” and WHOA. Whoa. It was intense, passionate, powerful, and I was really really moved. Vino is nervous or out of sorts after his performance, and he accidentally steps on LA’s shoes when giving the men handshakes. Good, Vino. He deserves it for being ageist. Everyone agrees that Vino is a brilliant singer, but again LA wonders about the entire package.
Finally, we reach the insufferable Tara Simon, or CeCe-lite. She tells us, “I feel like I will win the whole thing. I’m gonna say it. I’m just gonna say it.” Which tells me 2 things: 1) She’s an arrogant ass and 2) She’s an arrogant ass who can’t assess talent. We’re then treated to a bunch of delusional comments of hers, including “I’ve always been a star, people are just starting to see it,” and the exasperated reactions of her fellow contestants to her talking. And duh, she’s totes getting the Bitch edit, and it totes sucks since she’s the only woman in that category, but like, she’s giving the producers so much to work with.
“When I was a junior, I won Prom Queen in my small town high school. Now I’m just The Worst.”
Tara sings Hoobastank’s “The Reason.” Barring a few well hit notes toward the end, the performance is solidly mediocre. I feel major confusion right now. See, I’m not sure if I’m annoyed that she wasted my time with that shit or if I’m glad that she’s almost certainly going home. LA, Bieber and Scooter all seem pretty meh about the girl. Good. She’s gone.
The judges mull over who they want to move onto the live shows, but of course, we have to wait until the next episode to see who’ll get the boot. I guess I can wait.
After commercials, we’re back at Brit Brit’s home in Malibu with the adorable kiddies. Britney and Will-I-Am talk that they’re nervous about having to send children home, but they can’t be too twisted up about it, because they’re still on the show.