And the legacy of Jimi Hendrix is officially ruined.

It's "Share Some Hidden Secret" week on American Idol. This means that the contestants are revealing things about themselves we don't expect. For instance, Lisa Tucker knows how to play electric guitar. This is evidenced by her playing about five notes. Doesn't matter, really. She's still Mickey Mouse Club through and through. And at least she's not creepy like Gideon and his painting obsession. Later on, Ayla shares a story about how she used to think her daddy was Elvis until she was about ten years old. Then one day in the car, an Elvis song came on the radio, and when she boasted that it was her dad, her friends laughed and said it was Elvis. And that's when Ayla's dreams came crashing down. This officially became the most depressing moment of the entire week.

I got a Katharine McPheever!

Katharine McPhee is one of maybe three girls who perform well on Tuesday night. Everyone seems to love her, but I think she's only okay. Well, she's better than okay. Definitely top tier. But she's no Mandisa.

Now that's what I'm talking about. Mandisa is my girl. I want her and Chris Daughtry in the final two. As I mentioned earlier this week, I was lucky enough to actually be at Idol for Mandisa's triumphant performance of "I'm Every Woman." Granted, I was backstage and removed from all the action, but I could still sense the electricity in the air. I was sitting on just outside the set, and even though giant, sound-proof doors kept the stage hermetically sealed, I could still hear the crowd roaring. Oh Mandisa. How you thrill me so. I even treated myself to an extra cookie from craft service in your honor. I then treated myself to an extra cookie in honor of Melissa McGhee, Paris Bennett, Simon Cowell, Fox 11 news anchor John Beard, and that guy with the headset who walked into the room a few times. Basically, I ate a lot of cookies.

"Simon just called me a slut! Tee Hee!"

As always, Kellie Pickler has the reigning "Aw shucks!" moment of the week. This time around, her culinary exploits venture into the wild world of seafood yet again (last week she tried crazy calamari) as she tries a rare and exotic fish called "Salmon." But that's not all. She also learns the word "minx" after Simon calls her one. Kelly giggles and smiles, proudly stating "I'm a mink!" It's like a sitcom. You want to roll your eyes, but you wind up placing your hands on your hips and saying, "Oh Kellie!"

Personally, I pretty much can't stand the sound of Kellie's voice. Last week's breathy "Something To Talk About" was pretty good, but the caterwauling that emerged from her Melissa Etheridge cover this week was a bit much for me. Whatever. She's got charm, and that'll last her a few more weeks. I personally would like to start the backlash now.

"Thhhtarry thtarry night..."