Peace Sells, but Who's Buyin'?
Fresh off his politically charged (by holding up a peace sign for almost the WHOLE SONG...woooooo) "One Hand in My Pocket" perfomance, J.D. continues to raise eyebrows around the rock star mansion (which may have been rejected by Ozzy for being too Goth) with his comments, cockiness and general weirdness. Which all makes for fascinating T.V. and at least gives him more personality than the other wooden would-be's.
Last night he snowed Jordis (think a younger Linda Perry (4 non-blondes; and now producer to many a pop star) sans the top hat which she must've lended to Daphna) into "giving" him "We Are the Champions" to sing at the next show-down. Moments later, as he sings the song to himself and realizes he can't hack it, he then bugs Jordis to trade songs with him, somehow manipulating the situation to try an make her think he's doing her a favor. Thankfully, she resists, that way we get to see him squirm and possibly deliver the worst rendition of "We Are the Champions" since that forty-something former frat-boy you saw do it at Applebee's Karaoke night.