Well, he’s the only brother in the “American Idol” running this year. Yippee, right? Nope, no yippees here. Something about Chikezie rubs me the wrong way. Let me stop sugar coating it: I don’t like him. Yeah, yeah he can sing. But as this blog’s headline says, he’s also cheesy, he’s got an unnecessary smart mouth, bad fashion sense (you know and I know that pumpkin-colored orange suit from week one was wiggedy-whack!), and he lacks the “it” factor. At the end of the day, the “it’ factor counts most. ”It” makes me pick up the phone and vote for you. “It” makes me dare the judges to say one bad word about you. “It” might make me cop your first cd.  

Sorry, Chikezie. Ya ain’t got it. Still, I’m torn. Shouldn’t I be cheering for a brother? Clearly, he’s got fans. But is anyone reading this one of them? Prove me wrong about this dude.

(In other news, go David Archuleta! I’m rootin’ for you, little guy!)

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