Well, that was an interesting debacle.
I don’t know if there was a time when MTV was musically relevant and drove trends forward instead of promoting things that are already happening and jumping on the bandwagon a bit late. But if these MTV VMA’s were any indication, something is going to change – and soon. You can’t keep having the same artists repeat year after year – or artists singing about last year’s VMA’s.
Which they did in droves. Chelsea Handler did a decent job hosting, but treated the bits the same as she would if she was back on E! – and a lot of jokes were made that went over the heads of the Drake-loving, screaming and eternally teenage Hollywood crowd.
Highlights?
I don’t know who gave Taylor Swift a guitar and told her it’d be a good idea to sing live, but they deserved to be taken out and dragged behind a Vespa. Cause goddamn.
If Justin Bieber lipsynched any harder, they could replace him with this.
Lady Gaga showed up with a cotillion of soldiers discharged from the Army for their sexual orientation, which is tragic. They should’ve been discharged for their terrible taste in music.
Kanye West performed a song about douchebags, which is pretty much the same level of meta as Chris Brown teaching you kickboxing.
Florence and the Machine were by far the best performance of the night. Because she sang live. On Music Television. They used to do that.
Whoever designed that set deserved all the MTV Awards. Gather them up from the beat-snatchers, lip-synchers, and rehashers.
When even Linkin Park is going techno, everybody should utter a giant WTF.
The VMA’s are like a comet – only good to see every 14 years or so.
And Jesus Christ, be unpredictable. You’re supposed to be the tastemakers. Not sheltered babies who respond on television when they’re told – the Jackass guys seemed like the most fun of the night.
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