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Rolling Stone is reporting that Bothell-born beatboxer B-Shorty (aka Blake Lewis) was dropped from his deal with Arista Records—the folks who brought you Whitney Houston and other stars. These developments just go to prove that no damn American Idol contestant has the skill or staying power of Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood. The show clearly peaked with Underwood's win, and has been hard pressed to find an actual star since. Oh well, we guess it's back to slumming in Seattle clubs for Blake Lewis. It's a shame, since he actually has some formidable talent to speak of. Here's hoping he'll do better as an indie artist.

It's Idol Gives Back week on American Idol this week, which means tonight's theme is "Songs That Inspire You." We know it's too late for Kristy Lee Cook to choose a song—if she doesn't have a good one in the pocket already, she loses. But, we have a brilliant idea for her, even though we know Randy "The Dawg" Jackson wouldn't be too thrilled with us. Here's our suggestion for what our local cutie can pull off tonight and save herself a place in the Top 7:

Augh, we don't know, dawg. It was kind of weird for us, dawg. We don't know, man, she almost kind of worked it out, but not really. It was just alright for us, just alright.

Well, shit. This weekend has been kind of a bust for shows Seattlest was supposed to see. Friday night, we were supposed to go see Hillstomp at Conor Byrne. We thought we had seen them, and we thought they rocked our socks. Apparently, we saw Miss Mamie Lavona the Exotic Mulatta and Her White Boy Band.

So we woke up with no intention of getting all Gloria Steinem on you early on a Sunday morning, but after searching for the tie that bound together our first day of Bumbershoot, we couldn't help but gloat that the women of Bumbershoot were kicking ass/taking names.

involved with this competition. But no, Seattle. You had to flash those bedroom eyes of yours, do your best (a.k.a. worst) James Brown-ish dancing. You had to beatbox and reach your hand out at the camera like you're beckoning one of those teenage girls to come hither.