We get a brief recap of some of tonight's 'standouts, some of whom I've already forgotten. Then we meet a Missouri galloot named Phillip Phillips, Jr., who works in his dad's pawn shop. How colorful, especially when they play the theme from Sanford & Son. His dad, Phillip Phillips, Sr, marvels on camera about how amazing it is to see his son succeed. Especially with the handle he hung around the kid's neck. Phillip, Jr. is the last one of the day, and he comes into the audition room carrying an acoustic guitar, while Mrs. Phillips flirts with Ryan out in the waiting area. Phillip sets his guitar down to sing a growly, tempo-free version of Stevie Wonder's "Superstition," which is bold and original and I really don't get it at all. The judges seem to dig it more than I do, and they even invite him to pick up the guitar to do something else. And then -- get this -- he does a bluesy, solo-acoustic version of "Thriller," of all things. I'm glad they asked him to sing again, because that's actually pretty cool. It's like seeing Dave Matthews trapped in the body of that kid who plays Willard in the Footloose remake. They gush over him for a while before going through the motions of a vote and unanimously, unsurprisingly, sending him on to Hollywood. Yeah, I know it's early, but I think we have a frontrunner. Ryan tells us that 42 people got through from the Savannah auditions, and it seems like we see all of them for about three seconds each. "We came! We won! We saw! We are!" Randy misquotes as they get up from the Savannah judges' table for the last time. Jennifer, voicing the thoughts of a nation: "What?" So much for Savannah. Tomorrow: Pittsburgh. This wasn't nearly as bad as I feared. But again, it's still early.