Last night was Rock-n-Roll on Idol. If that sounds like an oxymoron, it definitely is. Rock is rough on the edges and great rock is rough all the way to its core. Idol is bubble gum. One need only recall Sanjaya to have all the proof you need. Gokey's Aerosmith scream was ear shattering and Adam's cover of Zeppelin was a one-note slugfest that demonstrated why some songs should simply be reserved for the originators.
A good rock song should lend itself to story-telling. A great one should provide an expansion capabiity for the concert experience. Here's what I'm talking about:
You can feel his pain, without the need to be Bill Clinton.