Apparently America is right and I have been wrong about Tim Urban all this time. He’s an artist with integrity and a singer who is unafraid to take risks while remaining attuned to subtlety and nuance. His reggae version of “Under My Thumb” was not a Carnival Cruise Lines rendition of a rock song—far from it. Like a musicologist, Tim reached into history; I’m now convinced he wanted to portray the influence the West Indian music had on the Rolling Stones after after immigrants from Jamaica brought their sounds to Britain in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

Either that, or a lot of girls think he’s cute.

Oh, that Tim. He is an entity. And so was last night’s American Idol results show, an unstoppable monster of selling and hype that crushed everything in its path.Idol not only treated us to the traditional Ford commercial, but also a demonstration of how, just like the contestants, you can modify your new car with custom graphics. FormerIdol winner David Cook got a chance to strut his post-Idol stuff on “Jumpin Jack Flash” and to promote an upcoming album. I somehow doubt that Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman were overly impressed by the tepid rhythm section.

And then there was Kesha. (I have a policy against using monetary units as a spelling device, but if she wants to rename herself Shekel, that would be fine.) Kesha has apparently sold six million records and performed something called “Blah Blah Blah.” After watching her, I’m not likely to boost her numbers to six million and one.

But amidst all that, there was a decision to be made, and America decided that time had run out for Lacey Brown. And if it weren't for Tim Urban's inexplicable survival, it might be hard to argue with her ouster. I like Lacey and I think she’s original, but her vocals are eccentric and probably an acquired taste—one that a mass audience like Idol’s ultimately couldn’t acquire in sufficient numbers to keep her alive.