It was a night dedicated to the music of an American giant, a swaggering, pompadoured rule-breaker whose sexualized performances shocked a nation. Also, it was Elvis night. But the big name on stage was Adam—as in Lambert—last year’s Idol phenom and runner-up. Did Glambert teach this year’s sleepy finalists that it’s American Idol, not American Guy Who Sings On Wednesdays at 10 P.M. at the Coffeehouse? Or did they just lie there like hound dogs? Click the pix to find out:
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