The VMAs. Could they possibly Be. Any. Lamer? I remember as a teenager staying up late on a Sunday night (school be damned!) to watch these with breathless anticipation. Who will perform this year? Guns and Roses? Nirvana? Red Hot Chili Peppers rocking out with their cocks out but conveniently covered by gym socks? The sheer excitement of seeing who would present which awards, who would win them, what would people wear, what would be said and done?
But now... Brittany's big return? Who the hell cares (aside from the fact that I'm confused how you win three awards for a song and video no one has ever heard of)? The Jonas Brothers? Is MTV really backing that slosh? They are Disney-territory. Christina Aguliera? Honestly, is she even still around? I know MTV should have been renamed SRSANMVETV (Stupid Reality Shows and No Music Videos Ever TV) a long time ago, but DAMN.
It used to be the shit! My mom wouldn't let me watch it! The videos were scandalous and imaginative and we'd stay up waiting for world premieres and sit by our VCRs waiting for something good we could record to watch over and over whenever we wanted to. Headbangers Ball! 120 Minutes! YO! MTV Raps! Riki Rachtman! Downtown Julie Brown! Adam Curry! Fab Five Freddy! Is it really all so far gone now?
File this one in the "mourning the loss of coolness" file. MTV is officially dead to me. Thank goodness the kidlet is following in my footsteps and listening to bands like Flogging Molly, Green Day, the Ramones, Rancid, Dropkick Murphys and Sublime (even if she does like some of the new emo stuff like Panic at the Disco, Paramore and Fall Out Boy).
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