WARNING: This entry contains material that can be offensive for pretty much anyone, so, if you believe you can be offended by anything at all, please, go away now.
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| 'Music's not dead - we're still in the process of killing it' |
"So it's that time of year again, when a channel that hasn't played a music video in about 15 yrs. has a music video awards show."
This tweet posted by
basetendencies - a twitter account dedicated to the adoration of
Twiggy Ramirez that I, of course, follow - on Sunday night summed it all up quite well.
Once again,
VMA time has come and gone, and, as usual, nothing has happened. Like nothing at all. Because who could possibly even give a shit.
I wasn't even planning to watch the
VMAs this year, but my curiosity for the disastrous state of pop culture finally overcame my rock ghetto instinct of self-protection and I ended up staying awake till 5 am (it's not like I don't
usually stay awake till 5 am LOL) watching the whole thing with variying dregrees of interest.
Since Spanish
MTV got virtually killed = confined to some pay TV channel last year (not a great loss), I had to rely entirely on the live stream provided by
MTV's website... which turned out to be all for the better. Obviously,
MTV doesn't live stream the
actual ceremony (even though they display the footage in a small window on the corner of the screen with limted audio), but they do provide red carpet and backstage coverage for the whole ceremony, which, for me, was more than enough. This is actually the first thing I've seen
MTV do right since I can remember, so kudos to them for that.
Getting to watch this stuff, in fact, was way more interesting than sitting through the whole sleep-inducing ceremony, and not getting to fully see (and hear) the performances and idiotic stunt-speeches was more a blessing than a loss. Even when the show gets boring as fuck (wich is most of the time), there's always something going on somewhere else; hundreds of people walking down the backstage corridors; crew members doing something (I was amused to see they had a crew guy down there who looked every bit like
Steve Aoki LOL).
The live stream also offered an extended insight on what was going on at the front rows, which was beyond fascinating. It gave me the chance of experiencing the immense awkwardness of attending the
VMAs first hand, and it even allowed me to see a tiny hint of humanity behind all those celebrity heads I keep trying so hard to understand.
Sitting in the audience at the
VMAs is one of the most psychologically exhausting occupations ever. You never know when you are gonna be filmed, so you have to be self-conscious all the time; you can't stop acting, not even for a second. Yes, ladies and gentlemen: celebrities at the
VMAs are ALWAYS acting. Whether they look bitter or bored or they seem to be having the time of their lives, it's ALL fake. And that's really hard to pull off. Imagine, having to sit there for more than two hours, forcing yourself to laugh or look bitchy (depending on your role), pretending to joke and have conversations with people you've never seen before and you don't give a shit aboug and singing along and dancing to songs you've just learnt and probably hate.
It's really weird how all the celebrities in attendance are forced to pretend they know each other and act like they are all friends, even though that's materially impossible... and unnecessary. All of a sudden, you see
Sam Smith (WHO?) pretending to be friends with the
Kardashians (???) or
Rita Ora and
Gwen Stefani exchanging hugs and laughing, like they don't want to kill each other. They all have to change seats constantly, making sure they all get photographed together in the most unlikely combinations.
I can't even imagine how stressful all that shit has to be.
The extended red carpet coverage also provided an insight on how ugly and unglamourous all red carpets and photocalls really are.
Most times, a red carpet is little more than a bunch of barriers placed at the entrance of a venue that's usually located in the middle of some ugly industrial complex, surrounded by a noisy crowd that, in the case with
MTV, is made up entirely of
professional fans instructed to squeal hysterically at anything that moves (they even got their own soundcheck before the celebrities started walking in, to make sure they were squealing in tune).
Celebrities are just lost puppies in the middle of a highway jammed with unstylish handlers and crew members. They are moved around like dolls, instructed on where to stand and for how long; they're told to smile, to turn around, which parts of their anatomy to put on display, depending on the commercial interests of their sponsor-owners... defnitely not a lifestyle I could envy, but they all seem to be thrilled about it for whatever reason.
Good for them.
Of course, making my way through the red carpet wasn't that easy because of the overall reigning chaos and the lack of proper indications... which was a real problem, since I had no fucking clue who most of those people were.
As usual, the musical (watch me laugh as I type this) crowd was dilluded
by models, actresses, TV presenters, reality show starlets and all
other representatives of the celebrity circus who don't even have to
pretend to be singers to put on designer costumes (including the
designers themselves)... which is what this whole awards thing is all
about.
No
Jersey Shore in sight, though. I'm impressed.
Obviously,
Kim Kardashian (along with some of her fellow Ks) had to be there there, even though she didn't really seem to know why (
Yeezus didn't even bother to come along) or care much about it. Being, as she is, something close to
the most famous woman in the planet, it surprised me how little fuzz was generated around her presence. She walked in like everyone else, introduced
Sam Smith's performance trying hard to repress her 'who the fuck is
Sam Smith?' impulse (who the fuck is
Sam Smith, by the way?) and then sat with the other Ks like none of it was a big deal.
No big deal indeed.
I
won't even bother on commenting on how grotesque her appearance was,
because that should be overwhelmingly obvious to anyone who's not blind.
Same thing about
Demi Lovato's cleavage... and those of so many others.
Rita Ora was a living wardrobe malfunction in a ridiculous red
dress that looked like it was just a random piece of cheap cloth,
poorly secured around her body with a tiny safety pin. I laughed so hard
watching her struggling to keep her brief garment in place, engulfed in a
fierce fight with the merciless California wind. This situation forced
her to keep her hand on her crotch at all times, in an attempt to keep
her
modesty covered.
Man, that was hilarious.
The most hilarious
malfunction of the evening, however, was
Ke$ha - sorry,
Kesha -, one of the latest broken toys of the hit industry. She was there in representation of a new talent show she was confined to after the industry declared her obsolete. Her hair was
dyed in a washed-out rainbow hue (which, despite being very Californian,
felt a bit odd) and her face looked weird and unrecognizable *again*...
probably a side-effect of her latest trip to the filler injection
clinic.
But the really funny thing about her were the
intricate logistics of her dress: every time she wanted to make a step
forwards, her long skirt had to be lifted up to her knees by two or
three assistants, who then proceeded to walk her (I mean
literaly walk her) to the next position. Oh, man. That was one hell of a show.
Unfortunately, the answer to why
Kesha seemed to be unable to walk on her own is way beyond my intellectual abilities.
Taylor Swift wore a
ridiculous jumpsuit that exposed half her buttocks when she walked, even
though nobody seemed to mind. She also performed her brand new single,
which is exactly as irrelevant and idiotic as her previous
Doctor Luke and
Shellback-driven songs . The former country singer has now completely embraced her role
of europop diva, and she seems pretty happy about it... and so is the
industry.
Pedophile icon
Ariana Grande walked the red carpet wearing the
sluttiest outfit I've seen in my entire life. It was so unacceptably
indecent it made my skin crawl, and believe me when I say I rarely get
scandalized about anything. That same costume would have been pretty
harmless, if only she didn't look like a five year old girl with heavy
make-up who has successfully disguised herself as a sex worker for
Halloween.
Ariana is perfectly aware of this, and she always does
her best to play the sexy lolita, much to the delight of the perverted
middle-aged managers, producers and execs ('perverted producers' - what a
redundant concept LOL) who have ever had the pleasure of working with
her.
I
had my chance to enjoy her best lolita posing during one of the
performances (the VIP seat cam was on her for the entire song). She was
sitting on the first row, next to none other than her her
God-manager, the
Biebermeister,
Psy-maker Scooter Braun. Of course, to everyone else who doesn't know the man,
Scooter was
just 'some guy'. His name wasn't mentioned anywhere, because the truly
powerful guys are always invisible... unless they command otherwise.
But
there he was, in all his glory, and I'll save the rest of my opinion to
myself because writing it down would get me sued by the ADL.
Unfortuntately,
stills from that wonderful moment are impossible to find, since none of
this footage made it onto the actual show. Talk about the important
guys being invisible...
Ariana, of course, kept throwing side-glances to the camera, whispering in
Scooter's
ear and naughtily playing with her hair, like good lolitas do. She had
to touch her goddamn hair every five fucking seconds!!! Her attitude was
so phony and arrogant it drove me out of my mind.
What a disgustingly self-consious bitch.
The amount of bitchiness that girl exhudes is only comparable to
Taylor Swift. They should get them sitting together next time.
Amber Rose (does she have an occupation of some sort?) channeled
Rose McGowan's iconic 1998
VMA look quite accurately, except for the fact that
Rose was more naked, thinner (even though still quite curvy), and that
Wiz Khalifa is definitely not
Marilyn Manson.
I guess going to an awards show almost completely naked has to feel a
little less awkward when the guy next to you is covered head to toe in
multicoloured animal print and has his face painted like a geisha. Not a
look I picture on
Wiz, who, quoting
Celebitchy, just
rolled out of bed and grabbed the nearest white t-shirt for the occasion. His look was light years away from his 2012 dandy ensemble, which, if you ask me, would have fit
Amber's
wardrobe choice much better than this lazy normcore thing. The two were
so criminally mismatched they ruined any effect they could have caused.
Way to go, folks. Way to go.
Katy Perry was paying a bizarre tribute to the infamous all-denim mtching outfits
Birtney Spears and
Justin Timberlake wore to the
AMAs back in 2001, accompanied by
Riff Raff – this sort of white rapper guy who still lives in the
Age of Kid Rock (at least, that gives his impersonation some sort of retro credibility) who has apparently been designated to play
Katy Perry's boyfriend for a while... or whatever.
Wardrobe nostalgia seemed to be a recurring theme at these year's
VMAs,
which is probably another symptom of the fact that even
MTV
is starting to realize that the stupid shit they came up with ten years
ago was still better than the stupid shit they don't come up with
nowadays. Not that they care much, though.
Even
Chris Brown's pre
-VMA shooting party - oops, I mean party shooting - was a remake of a pre-
VMA party
Kanye West hosted in 2005.
I was honestly hoping that
Chris would
bring some of his shooter pals with him to the ceremony, but
unfortunately, it didn't happen. That woud have been one hell of a
stunt, if you ask me. Great way to spice up a dull awards
show.
...just as dull as the brand new boring
Nicki Minaj. Now that her industry-imposed
Gagaisms have gone out of trend, she is finally free to fully embrace her natural hoodrat register. She no longer has to tell all that bullshit about how her
Harajuku Barbie
alter ego saved her life when she was a kid, or go everywhere wearing
ridiculous wigs and crazy costumes, or pull weird cartoonish faces when
she poses. Now she can fully concetrate on shooting sexy looks at the
camera and invest her heart and soul into the exploitation of the racial stereotypes white
people always get criticised for perpetuating... not that she didn't do that before.
Her solo
Anaconda
performance featured a nice amount of twerking, but it obviously failed
to generate even a hundredth part of the scandal caused last year by
Miley's
twerkatorium, and the alleged
wardrobe malfunction she suffered during
Bang Bang (her collaborative single with
Ariana Grande and
Jessie J) wasn't even funny.
Gwen Stefani, my all time favourite guerrilla marketer, turned
up at the ceremony, much to my surprise. Just like
Kesha Rose, she probably owes her presence
there to her new job as a mentor (or thatever they call that shit) on
The Voice, and she also used the chance to promote her clothing brand by wearing a
Barbie-chic pink and black two-piece suit she allegedly designed a few years ago. Not great. Unfortunately, she didn't bring post-grunger husband
Gavin Rossdale with her (even though he's employed on the talent show as well). Guess we'll have to wait till their next family outing.
Oh, and Snoop Dogg was also there too for some reason. Whatever.
Not less surprising was the presence of
Wacklemore Macklemore's indie LGBT promise of two years ago,
Mary Lambert. I remember her happy face last year when she signed a contract with
Capitol Records (you have to be retarded to
smile while getting signed to a major label LOL). Her career is still waiting for takeoff.
Re-emerging from her career coma and wrapped in a curtain she presumably lifted from her grandma's home,
Jessie J
made her appearance on the red carpet, proud as ever. Apparently, she's
been given a second chance (in America!) by some mysterious industry
godfather. She's been featured in a song that includes
Nicki Minaj and
Ariana Grande, and also doubles as a
Beats by Dre commercial. That's the type of shit the industry does these days. Not that anyone cares much anyway.
Professional elevator fighter Solange sported
what turned out to be the most decent outfit of the entire evening
(thank you, dear), even though the reason behind her presence at the
event was unclear. She was probably just sent over as an integral part
of the Beyoncé-and-Jay-Z-are-divorcing-not-divorcing-who-could-possibly-even-give-a-shit drama. Who could possibly even give a shit.
Jordin Sparks and
Jason Derülo (who knew they were a couple? Oh, wait a minute... who CARES?) did their best to channel
Kimye (I
swear to God I thought it was them when they first walked onto the red
carpet)... even though her derriere is still far from being
Kardashian size.
Notably absent from the ceremony was the formerly ever-present
Pharrell. It seems like
his ride on the industry hype roller coaster is finally over. Now it's turn for him to sit back and wait till his mysterious industry godfathers allow
him to take another go... if that ever happens.
Enjoy your descent to the abyss of post-hype irrelevance,
Pharrell. Say hello to
Bruno Mars whenever you get there.
Also on the down side of the hype curve,
Miley Cyrus had to play a very uncomfortable role at this year's
VMAs. It has to be tough to return to the scene of the
Robin Thicke
(RIP)-driven twerking scandal that turned you into one of the most
talked-about people on the planet for a couple of weeks one year later,
when the industry hype machine is no longer working for you, knowing
that you won't be on the spotlight and will have to sit back and pretend
to be shocked by someone else's stunts. In my opinion, it would have
been wiser to just skip the ceremony, but naturally there was no way she
could do that, because
Terry Richardson had bought
her himself an award for
Video of the Year and somebody had to come and pick it up.
So,
Miley put
on a pair of extremely unflattering trash bag pants and an equally
unflattering trash bag bandeau (everyone was wearing those goddamn
things), tried to adopt her best 'I don't give a fuck' face, and humbly
walked the red carpet with the stoical resignation of the precocious
has-beens. It's not like she hasn't been there before.
In
an attempt to make her appearance look less uninspired and grab some
media attention while proving she is now a mature and sensible person,
she accessorized herself with a mysterious young man who, we would later
learn, was a representative of the homeless youth of America.
'That guy's a homeless?!' you'll ask yourself. Oh, yes - you're just getting it wrong. When you think about
homeless as
a concept, you probably picutre some old bum with long hair and a crazy
unattended beard, dressed in dirty rags, smelling of booze and yelling
incoherent stuff at passers-by. That certainly might be the way most
homeless people look in the Western world, but this guy in not just
any homeless guy - he's an LA homeless guy, and that's a completely different breed.
Every
year, thousands of young men and women leave their homes following the
neo-liberal (=neo-totalitary) slogans of fame and success, tirelessly
dictated by the worldwide media, and find themselves in LA, with no
place to go and no means of sustenance. They have to pay their cosmetic
surgery and designer clothes by selling their bodies on the sordid
streets of Hollywood, and sleep in the cars of minor industry agents in
an attempt to get access to
Bryan Singer's pool and, hopefully,
land a minor role in some movie, TV show, advert, or just anything that
will get them in front of a camera. That's one very tough life they have
there. All my sympathy goes to them.
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| Kerli and Brian Ziff would most definitely show support for Miley's
cause. 'There's a way out. guys. We just haven't found it yet.' |
In a weird
VMA plot twist,
Miley sent her newfound best friend to collect
her Terry Richardson's
(a man who many of these young homeless LA people dream to get abused
by) award, and perched herself on the side of the stage, putting her
best acting skills to use (we already had a preview of that in her
Wrecking Ball
video) as she pretended to cry tears of deep emotion while her homeless
buddy told the tragic story of his life, looking every bit as though he
had spent all of it speaking in front of a camera.
There's no way
Bryan Singer won't let him in now.
Another Hollywood happy end.
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| 'This is just so touching' |
The idea of sending a charity emissary to collect
Terry Richardson's award, by the way, was also a remake of something
Marlon Brando
did at the Oscars in 1973, when he sent an Native American activist to
speak in his place as a protest for the misrepresentation of Native
Americans on film and television... with the difference that he actually
rejected the award (even though he's still listed as its recipient).
Can you reject an award and still win it?
Kurt Cobain's dream come true.
Continuing with my list of faded stars, I was extremely surprised to find
Nick Jonas (from the defunct
Jonas Brothers)
sitting in the audience next to his miss girlfriend. His inexplicable
presence seems to have been widely ignored by the media, which, on the
other hand, is pretty understandable.
Ah... what is life?
Wir sind'ne boygroup und gecasted sind wir auch
Und nächsten sommer lösen wir uns wieder auf
In vier klein träume an deiner wand
Und am nächsten morgen hast du die poster schon verbrannt
Und die nächsten in der hand
The life cycle of a boy band, as summed up by
Tokio Hotel (so unfairly confined to the boy band cell), who sadly prophetized their own demise at the early age of fifteen: "We are a boy band picked by casting / And next summer we will split / In four small dreams hanging on your wall / And next morning you will have already burnt all the posters / With the next ones waiting in your hand".
It's been nine years since THEY (and not the bunch of creepy pedophiles who stole their autorship) wrote that song, and yet we're seeing it happening all over again.
Now that
One Direction's glory days are officially over, there's already a new boy band (at least
one new boy band) out there ready to take their place in the hearts of hte teenage girls who used to worship them. That boy band is
5 Seconds Of Summer (not to be confused with
30 Seconds To Mars or
Eliott Sumner LOL), some sort of disgusting crossover between (obviously)
1D and a washed-out teenage version of
Green Day. Unlike most other boy bands, these guys pretend to play actual instruments (
Jonas Brothers style), and even try to display some sort of
punk attitude,
which makes the whole thing even worse. But that's not what (stupid)
teenage girls think. These guys are currently enjoying a ride at the top of the
industry hype wave, and their fan rate is sky high (believe me, I
have reliable sources).
Ah...
When will the world listen to reason?
I have a feeling it'll be a long time
You were so right,
The Offspring. You were so right.
Oh, and did anyone miss
Lady Gaga?
Exactly. You've just made my point.
In general terms, this year's
VMAs seemed to be more in line with previous editions, a nice change after the industry fireworks (or should I say
Pharrellworks?) of last year. Something weird happened in the industry in 2013. For some reason, the
Uni-Label (or should I say the fashion conglomerates?) seemed to have plenty of money to invest in a serious number of ambitious über-hyped releases:
Timberlake,
Daft Punk,
Miley Cyrus,
Robin Thicke (all strangely united by
Pharrell),
Eminem,
Jay-Z (both strangely united by
Rick Rubin),
Beyoncé and, at a smaller scale,
Katy Perry,
Lady Gaga and
Britney Spears. That was quite a lot of stuff, compared to the drought of previous years, and the 2013
VMAs (celebrated in the heart of
Jay-Z kingdom a.k.a.
Brooklyn) were a faithful reflection of that.
Fortunately for all us industry haters, this trend of relaunching established brands supported by huge sponsor-driven media hypes is apparently over, and the mainstream music market seems to have returned to the usual stagnation.
Thank God.
Once again, labels are relying on the cheapest form of promoting their artists: not doing it at all. They target their releases directly to their fan bases and don't even bother on buying them media presence - that's a job for the outside sponsors anyway. How many people out there ever heard of
Iggy Azalea? How many people know the name of
Ariana Grande's latest album? How many people give a shit about
Nicki Minaj or
Jessie J returning to the spotlight?
Nope.
Even
Ed Sheeran, whose new album seemed to be aiming for a major scale promo campaign, has been quietly sitting in a corner for months, humming to himself or something. Guess he didn't choose the best time to jump on the
Pharrell bandwagon.
The total lack of high profile releases in 2014 is best evidenced by
Sam Smith.
Who the fuck is
Sam Smith? Exactly: nobody even cares. Only on such a weak year for the industry
could his presence have been so central to the event.
Let's pray for many more
to come.
At this point,
MTV awards have become so infinitely random and irrelevant that I don't even bother trying to learn who won what because who could possibly even give a shit. The categories are stupid, and the nominees are pretty much the same in all of them, so you know that, eventually, they'll all walk out with something. Or not. Or who could possibly even give a shit.
I only know that
Katy Perry won the award for
Best Female Video for her collaborative single with
Juicy J (who the fuck is
Juicy J and why the fuck is he not collaborating with
Jessie J NOW?), and I'm quite surprised to see nobody really made fun at the fact that that technically made him the co-recipient of the
Best Female Video award (or at least it should, since collaborative singles now count as chart entries for ALL the parties involved, my guess is it should be the same thing with awards, right?).
Just another evidence of how stupid all these categories are.
I was much more surprised, though, to see people's outrage at
Lorde's
Royals winning in the
Best Rock Video category (because
MTV doesn't even bother on trying to pretend they care to take any actual rock bands in consideration, and I'm personally quite pleased with that). Turns out people still expect
something from rock music, after all? Like they still consider, despite what
Sell Out Boy
says, that rock music
does require some guitars in it? I can't even
believe it. This could give me some renewed hope in humanity... if I
hadn't promised myself I'll never ever ever allow myself to have hope in
humanity again.
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| E V I L Lorde is back y'all |
Of course, this also proves that people NEVER ever ever look at the charts, because, if they did, they would have known that
Lorde has been charting on the
Billboard rock chart ALL THIS FUCKING TIME, along with many other things that can by no means be considered
rock either... like
Birdy. But, apparently, people don't give a shit about
Billboard these days, and that's good. Very good.
It's also curious to see how angry people are at this victory, compared to how little they seemed to care about
Lorde performing with the original
Nirvana line-up at their
Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame induction ceremony. I personally find that to be much worse than winning an insignifficant
MTV award, especially since
Krist Novoselic and
Dave Grohl pretty much validated her as a
rock musician by covering her
Royals single in the case of the former and by publicly praising her in the case of the latter (then again, we're talking about
Dave Grohl).
I'm still waiting for them to rush to their young friend's defense.
They don't seem to be in a hurry, though... probably because they know that the
audience has already forgotten that
RRHOF ever happened.
Apparently, people don't give much of a shit about
Nirvana being inducted into the
hall either. That makes me sad and happy at the same time.
Guess I have a case of
Kurt Cobain's dilemma.
The performances are not even worth
commenting on. They were all exactly much the same as always: the same
unoriginal idiotic pop songs, the same ridiculous dances, the same
awlful live vocals helped by backing tapes nobody even tries to conceal
anymore.
90% of the artists to perfom turned out to be females (because
Sam Smith doesn't really count as
male, does he? Oh, wait a minute... who the fuck is
Sam Smith?). There's nothing really relevant about that... it's just a random statistic.
In fact, the only
real male to perform (because boy bands don't count as males either, do they?) was
Usher, who put up a really boring performance I didn't pay much attention to.
Nicki Minaj
got on stage with him at some point for whatever reason, and I
think he slapped her generous derriere, but nobody seems
to be scandalized about it, so I guess they weren't perpetuating black
racial stereotypes or anything like that.
He also grabbed a bass for a while, because everybody loves an electric guitar... as long as it's not plugged in.
Tell that to newcomer electro-popper
Charli XCX, who performed at the pre-show backed by a three piece band (with a real drum kit and all! LMAO), or the
good old Maroon 5.
They
don't even have them in their new songs, but they still hold on to
their guitars like it's the end of the world. They had a specially built
stage in a parking lot outside the
VMA venue, and we were unfortunate
enough to witness a couple of their songs near the end of the show.
Their live sound has always been terrible, and it's worsened a lot
(even) since they've started playing their new shitty
Doctor Luke
material, which, like all hit songs, is written in the key of Auto-Tune
- a range of sounds that's phisically impossible to replicate for
humans.
Not only was the show short on gender diversity, but it was also pretty uniform in terms of musical genre. EDM (in the form of hit-maker DJs), rap (I mean the 2012 horrifyingly bleeped-out
Lil Wayne perfomance style, because
Iggy Azalea and
Nicki Minaj don't really count as
rap) and rock/pseudo-rock were all out of the list, leaving room only for classic R&B and generic pop... and boy bands. Personally, I see all this as yet another sign of the Apocalypse for the mainstream music industry. Their old formulas don't seem to be working too well, and they are not coming up with anything new.
Let's just hope they will maintain this dynamic.
Naturally, no
VMA show would be complete without a few interludes of not-funny African American comedians making not-funny
Kanye West
jokes only other African Americans can understand... or not even.
During these interludes, all the celebrities in attendance have to
pretend to be amused and mildly outraged at the same time while the guy
pokes fun at them, which is always fun to see, especially because, most
of the time, they don't even seem to understand what the guy is
actually saying. I don't blame them, though.
Thanks to the
MTV backstage
streaming, however, I didn't have to sit through that stuff, and instead had the chance to see
Kim K's efforts to put up a bitchy face during a
Kimye joke. For once, she managed to play the part.
Congratulations.
Jennifer Lopez was on camera 50% of the time during the whole show, and I'm not even
sure about why. She was sitting in the first row, in one of those
typical barely-there dresses (something like a silver trikini with an
attached pareo), throwing superiority looks and behaving like she was the
boss. Weird shit... but MTV knows better.
I think there was some stunt going on, involving her boyfriend/ex-boyfriend
Casper Smart, but I didn't really get it. Because who could possibly even give a shit.
But aside from all this frivolous irrelevant shit,
MTV kept trying to prove that they can
also use their broadcast time for deep and meaningful purposes.
Rapper
Common pronounced a heartfelt speech involving
the racial riots in Ferguson and hip-hop's power as a 'tool of social
change'. I can personally only see its power as a massive tool of
difusion of a materialistic and sexist ghetto culture built around the
one and only objective of achieving stereotypical milestones of success -
mostly in the form of
cash and bitches - in order to demonstrate one's superiority to others, that's deeply
pro-system in
its core and helps a great deal to validate the same neo-liberal myths
of fame and success that get thousands of young kids to bend over at
Bryan Singer's
pool parties every day... as well as an excuse for the music industry to lower the cost and quality of mainstream pop music to unprecedented levels (mostly thanks to its simplistic and anti-creative sample-based nature - which makes it perfectly suitable for chain production) and a great channel for the promotion of all
sorts of criminal activities.
But hey... I'm probably just a racist
white bitch who perpetuates negative racial stereotypes, with no respect
for or understanding of black culture, so don't mind my words.
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| 'Hip-hop has definitely brought social change to my bank account' |
There was also a tribute to
Robin Williams squeezed somewhere in there... I didn't even notice LOL Apparently, it was a 23 second slideshow of pictures of the deceased actor with some
Coldplay song playing in the background. Poor
Robin... what did he do to deserve this? I mean, dude... a
Coldplay song. Ugh.
