But the man can only lay claim to being an adequate bar band singer.
The most memorable thing about Blondie's voice isn't a good thing.
It's his vibrato, rapid-fire, jagged. As Kara said when she (finally!) noticed it, James' vibrato resembles the sounds that sheep make.
How the heck did James take a spot in the final three when a master-in-the-making, Big Mike Lynch, was sent packing?
I hate to credit James' looks, but his sweet appearance and sweet personality tipped the scales. Lynch has a great personality but he's not pretty.
Crystal Bowersox could be as pretty as Casey James, but she refuses to fuss. The year's best singer is in the final three anyway.
Like Simon might say it, sometimes America gets it right.
Sometimes. The final two knockout is making me sweat.
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