we be jammin'

Clearly, Paula's time in Memphis would have been incredibly different had someone uttered just two words before she flew into town: Corey Clark.
Straight up...the sole female judge needed to be much more guarded with her affections, as day two opened with a montage of her sharing hugs -- and, consequently, who knows what else -- with loads of Memphisinians. Her allure only grew as Paula-obsessed, overweight Topher took the stage.
He quickly informed us he'd just broken up with his cheating wife, whom he called a bleeped-out obscenity at the onset of his audition. Sure, it probably gave stoned Paula a temporary rush, but Topher's performance didn't do much for anyone. In fact, Simon even asked him if he sang the night before his wife left him.
Anyway, the judges let him go, but happily acknowledged his wife-directed rage. Take the acknowledgment as a compliment, they said.
Hmm...since when do compliments need clarification??
Topher left with the inevitable anger, telling the cameras he was off to become "everybody's favorite drunk uncle."
Make that everybody's favorite drunk uncle who'll soon receive a restraining order.
Then, we got Janita, a voluptious, sunglasses-clad, flesh-bearing loser. She failed to wow the judges with her rendition of "Disco Inferno," and subsequently was burnt baby, burnt, unanimously.
But all order was restored when Sean hit the stage. Interestingly enough, he's a self-professed Osama/Jesus/Fidel Castro/homeless person all in one. And even more interestingly, he only felt the need to justify the homeless person part of that equation, saying "all of us are poor inside."
Unless you're homeless, that is. Doesn't that make you poor outside? Like, literally?
Logic aside, the judges let him through, in spite of his relatively somber take on Johnny Cash. Although all three said they expected him to sing something about a revolution.
Hasn't anyone ever told them the revolution won't be televised?