Last night threw me for a loop when my frantic friend called to tell me that she’d forgotten to pay her Comcast bill and her cable had been shut off. We spent the next hour calling everyone we’d ever met in our lives asking if we could invade their homes to watch American Idol. My dear friend Patrick–who has never once watched an episode of the show in its eight seasons–obliged and allowed us to take over his living room for an hour. “You’ve got to see Adam perform,” I told him. “It will change your fucking life.” He refused to admit it, but I know he was impressed by the Idol frontrunner’s performances last night. The three remaining contestants were required to each sing two songs: one selected by the judges and one personal choice. Adam delivered an emotion wrought rendition of U2’s “One” during the first portion of the show, astonishing the judges once again with his ridiculous range. Later in the evening, the glam rocker returned with a fitting selection of his own, Aerosmith’s “Cryin.'” Clad in sequins, leather, and of course, plenty of guyliner, Adam did Steve Tyler proud with his awesome banshee wail. My only complaint: The backup singer almost derailed the first half of the song because she apparently didn’t get that her job was to support, not drown out Adam. Regardless, he ousted his competition with ease once again. Like I’ve said time and time again, the guy’s a fucking rock star. What’s worrisome is that his streak of success could actually hurt him from qualifying for next week’s finale. As Simon pointed out, it’s possible that Adam’s fans will be overly confident about his victory and neglect to vote for him. (I got stressed and texted in my vote 30 times after he said this.)Some serious shit is going to go down if Adam doesn’t go onto compete for the Idol title next week. Hearts will break, heavy drinking will ensue, violence will break out. Mark my words. I will start a motherfucking riot.