Last night’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy was fabulous. But I bet you are dying to know what was playing when during the episode. Have no fear - We’ve got it all down here for you in blow-by-blow format. (You can’t even find this on ABC!)

Death and All His Friends by Coldplay - This song plays when Meredith and Derek express frustration with the trials and Derek looks at his land.

Mercy by Duffy - This song was in the background when Callie and Mark were getting it on in the on-call room and then when Cristina says she’s got her MoJo back.

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Today we had the pleasure of talking with Carlene Carter, the daughter of legendary and beloved June Carter Cash and Country Music Hall of Famer Carl Smith. With her vocal talent and her rich history Carlene is heir to one of the richest musical legacies of all time. After working for years through her grief of losing four of the closest people to her( Her long-time partner Howie Epstein, mother June Carter Cash, Stepfather Johnny Cash, and sister Rosey) all within a year, she got back in the studio to record her new album Stronger. Read below as she discusses with SeenON! her musical beginnings, her new album, and her latest projects.

SeenON!: What was it like growing up in a musical household? I imagine there was music being made all the time.

Carlene Carter: It wasn’t ( being made) all the time, but a lot of the time. Mama and John made music a lot. Now and then mama would have people over for a guitar pull, where everyone who was over would play something. Paul McCartney played Lady Madonna on my piano when I was sixteen! I performed after him! Bob Dylan’s been over, The Monkeys stayed with us, and Roy Orbison was over a lot; he was our neighbor.

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We love music here at SeenON! and enjoy any chance we can get to speak to great artists with unique voices. Today we had the pleasure of speaking to Americana/Alternative/Country musician Jim White about his fourth album “Transnormal Skiperoo”. Jim, a one time fashion model, New York taxi driver, drifter, pro-surfer, photographer, and film-maker, had a lot to say about his ideas behind the album, genre busting music, his musical influences and what projects he has on deck.

SeenON!: When did you first experience the feeling you call ” Transnormal Skiperoo” :

Jim White: A hurricane destroyed my house; blew the roof off and my ex-wife left and moved with my daughter to another city and so I moved to another city. I started dating another woman and we bought a farmhouse . One night I remember looking out at the 40 acres of undeveloped land and looking up at the stars and feeling everything was in place. The feeling came first and then the name for the feeling came later.”

SeenON! : You list your music as being parts of several different genres. What do you say to the people who believe music can only be one genre or another?

JW: I love genre busting music. The Hip Hop culture was genre busting when it first came around with influences from Pop, Rap and R&B. I think that while pure pop, country or boy band genres are good, they can get a little unslick. There are some people who manage to make it [working in one genre] work. Like Tom Petty who does folk rock and nobody can do it better. I think it’s like when you take some glass and smash it and then put it together to make a mosaic. We should be smashing the genres, picking up the pieces, and making a music mosaic.

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The audition phase for American Idol is over. The gag acts they let through for the groan factor are gone. The work to cull the crowd from 164 to 24 has begun. It’s crunch time for Simon, Randy and Paula. Not to mention the golden ticket holders.

I have yet to disagree with who they’ve chosen to punt, but I’m still wondering how Galeb Emachah got past the audition process. If you’ve ever wondered whether they try to set up someone like Sanjaya each season, I think you have your answer. However, the overall disgust people had with how far he advanced must have sunk in somehow. Galeb, our first best hope for “worst contestant of the season,” was sent home. And say goodbye to the pageant queen, Brooke White, and I do hope she forgets to write.

The good ones from last night are definitely standouts, though. I am developing a stronger liking for Amanda Overmyer, though I do worry her Janis Joplin shtick won’t help when she faces something like a jazz standard. Whether it’s wise to put the top 24 through the style mill when they’re going to be expected to churn out dance-pop when it’s all over is another discussion. I had much love for Syesha Mercado when she nailed “Chain of Fools” despite her hoarse voice. And Michael Johns’ rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody” was as good as it was gutsy. On the “potential Sanjaya” track, however, stands Josiah Leming. I don’t see him going too far even if he hits the 24, because he’s obviously too fragile to be a success. And I mean vocally at least as much as I mean emotionally.

And gods help me, if I hear any contestant sing a Bryan Adams song again, it will be too soon. Ditto on Josh Groban. But “You Raise Me Up” has never failed to raise my hackles. If only “Danny Boy” weren’t in the public domain. I’d get the schadenfreude of watching him lose a lawsuit as compensation for pain and suffering rendered by his sappy rewrite.

It was, indeed, the last audition show last night. And Florida, bless its heart, brought the crazy the way it knows how. It also gave me some of the biggest laughs I’ve had during Hell Month.

It’s not so much that Joshua Moreland thought rose petals and glitter would get his weak voice and weaker song past the judges. It’s that Simon Cowell, scion of rich parents and a wastrel in his youth, tried to sweep them up as a favor to the woman who came out with the broom and dustpan. The man had no idea how to hold them. Later on, one of Simon’s better barbs of the season came out to poke a hole in the ego of Tiffany McCampbell. Before she sang, she said she credited her voice as a gift from God. After her rendition of “Hallelujah,” Simon asked, “Does He have a return policy? Because if I was given that, I’d give it back.” Considering how the Bible says you’re supposed to use your talents intelligently, I think Tiffany ought to consider that wisdom and find herself a voice coach. Or maybe switch to knitting. Switch churches at the least, because her pastor set her up for humiliation.

Repeat auditioners figured more heavily in the winner column last night than the loser side. Both Danny Noriega and Chikezie Eze were on their second try, but this time, they showed they learned something from the first time and made it to Hollywood. I for one could not believe the pipes on Danny. That sweet, cherubic face that probably only sees a razor once a week has a voice behind it that you usually only hear coming from a far more mature body. Alesha Stelzl owes Paula Abdul lunch as compensation for the favor Paula did her.

I am so looking forward to the Hollywood winnowing-out phase. This is where it starts getting vicious. And it’s also where the judges have their last gasp of power over the situation before the audience takes over. Think they’ll risk another Sanjaya type? Or are we in for a rack of semi-pros? Yes, I know, the top 24 has been leaked. I don’t trust leaks. I’ve written corrections on cast list leaks for two other reality shows here more than once. So I’m ignoring it in favor of being surprised more than not.

The audition phase grinds on into the second month of American Idol, and I for one cannot wait until it’s over. The promos are teasing us all with better performances and the innovation of letting those who can play their own instruments, but all we’re getting is golden tickets and delusional wannabes. It has to be over tonight. Doesn’t it?

They jacked up the presence of the people who protest too much after getting rejected compared to the bliss known as Omaha. Sadly, none of them were sufficiently creative to be interesting. Nathan Hite proved why he was held back in ninth grade by rattling off insults that were old when his father played the dozens. Simon got touchy-feely with Eva Miller, which didn’t save him from being savaged after she walked out of the room. It also made me feel like someone’s switched the Simon Cowell we normally get for a replicant. J.P. Tjelmeland wasn’t kidding when he said he’s studying voice. I could hear his technique. The thing is, he’s not trained to be a lead singer for a pop act. He’s not likely to solo much on the serious stuff, either. Breath control and diction are no substitute for tonal quality.

The ticket-winners we saw were a slightly odd lot. Josiah Leming seems to use his eyes as part of his lungs. Brooke Helvie proved that you can take the pageant contestant off the stage but you can’t get the stage off of her. Sure, she could sing well enough, but she has that second-tier pageant friendliness going on that reminds me of a tour guide or flight attendant. I was most impressed with Asia’h Epperson’s drive despite her father’s death and Amanda Overmeyer’s entire package. I doubt either’s moving on to the 24, but they were worth seeing. And a side note on Asia’h: as someone who’s done it herself, any problems with her voice were due to the emotions she was barely keeping in check.

You know how I call the audition phase of American Idol Hell Month? If the Omaha auditions last night were the norm instead of the exception, I’d be cheerfully addicted instead of having to admit I watch them for the schadenfreude. No costumed freaks (OK, so Goth Girl came close, but she lived that outfit instead of only using it for the camera time). No viciously sore losers. And they did some things I haven’t seen before. I hope I don’t get to see them again so they don’t become trite. I want to cherish them as unique.

Paula’s late arrival (they take separate planes?) had me hoping for a split decision so I could watch Randy and Simon argue. They didn’t, but it was fun to see Simon walk the fine line between compliment and flirtation with Randy. Fun in the “I’ll need brain bleach if it gets much closer to flirting” sense, mind. And then when Paula showed up, she was pretty off. I know what the tabs and other blogs are saying about her. She wasn’t clear-headed, that’s for sure. But she wasn’t the most fun part. Not even her “Touchdown!” moment ranks in the top spots. The third-best moment last night was when Ryan stuck his head in after the Goth Girl’s rejection and dared to ask why she wasn’t going to Hollywood. Second-best was Simon’s response and the banter that flew when Ryan got to switch places with Paula. The best moment? When Chris Bernheisal was told by Simon to make sure his local Fox affiliate hired him to report on the season finale. He is now officially the happiest reject ever.

As for luckiest winner, that has to be Jason Rich. Someone must be dosing Simon’s Coca-Cola with happy pills this year, because he let Jason restart five times. He usually sends them packing with a sneer to remember him by after two or three. And should Leo Marlowe make it into the top spots, there will be no Aiken-style arguments about his sexual orientation, bless his mother’s heart.

The pattern for this week’s would-be Idols from Hell has been “too stubborn to know when to stop.” The eleven-time loser yesterday was an extreme case. Several people over the last two days have proven so brain-dead they kept singing after being told to stop. And the ones who show up and say they’ve never studied singing in their lives need a reality check the size of South Carolina. I’ve only known one natural-born singer in my entire life, and even he wound up getting some training along the way.

Charleston has to be the weakest city they’ve ever visited. 23 golden tickets. I think maybe the long hours pushed them into an extra-picky head space. The cargo plane pilot is someone I’m surprised didn’t get through, but Simon has issues with anyone who shows up and has a voice that does anything other than pop or country with any facility. They even burned montage time on her. I know they do that for some of the more interesting also-rans, but what is the point of a five-minute introduction to someone we’re allegedly not even seeing again? Making sure we don’t decide the montage is as sure a sign of acceptance as being shown first? And abstinence seems to be a theme as well. Two well-meaning teenagers and an overage social worker, all focused on virginity as a virtue. I suppose Paris Hilton needs to be balanced in the worldwide libido books somehow. My memory had sworn none of the abstinence pushers had gotten a ticket, but they let Amy Flynn through. I must have been thinking of the alternate reality where decent singers get a pass through despite wardrobe issues and weak voices get sent packing.

If it weren’t for the duet-singing brother and sister, I’d have no soft spot for any of the winners last night. I want to see more of some of the people they rejected. Except the guy who started cussing a blue streak. He can shuffle off into the night for all I care.

I’m both relieved and a little disappointed that the American Idol audition shows have dropped down to one hour in length, even if it means I get House afterward on Tuesdays (NOT watching The Moment of Truth tonight, thank you very little). It gives them less time for the bad singers and crazies. The freakiest people they showed last night were the girls swooning over Simon Cowell. Tip for you young ladies: the word for Simon is not “bad boy.” It starts with an A and is unprintable in a PG blog.

On the bad singer front, to lead with the Schadenfreude Express, the judges are being ever so much nicer to the twits than they used to be. Monique Gibson’s revelation that she really didn’t belong there was greeted with sympathy from all three of them. Yes, Simon Cowell, master of kicking the downed loser, was sympathetic. She was clearly devastated, but that hasn’t stopped him before. I think he should’ve poured verbal hydrochloric acid on Blake Boshnack. The little moron has auditioned eleven times, clearly isn’t taking voice classes, and will probably try again next season. And his mother is encouraging him. Good thing he lacks talent. He’d be a burnout with a driven mother like that.

The good singers had their own interesting moments. David Archuleta’s breaking out of vocal paralysis and having a voice with that much maturity at his age was impressive. I fear the experience at this stage may hurt what could’ve been a better career if he gets past the Hollywood preliminaries, but I could also be wrong. Tetiana Ostapowich definitely thinks she’s a better singer than she is. I almost hope she gets to the semifinals so we can watch her face when she loses before this year’s inevitable waste-of-space contestant. As for the last singer, Carly Smithson, she’s a ringer. Not only was she one step shy of a shoo-in because her INS woes kept her from competing in the fifth season, she’s already had a contract with a major record label under the name of Carly Hennessy. Sure, they dumped her, but that’s prior professional experience on the same level they promise the winner and several of the also-rans. Honestly, I think that should have disqualified her the same way I think they should set a ceiling on how often you’re allowed to audition and get rejected. Is the AI process really going to eliminate whatever problems caused the single to go nowhere? Can we ask Blake Lewis and Jordin Sparks how much certain elements matter to being a top seller?

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