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MTV's VMAs Sinking... Sinking... Gone.

Hey Soul Mates,
the MTV VMA's were a mess last night. New lows in television history were established. Poor Jack Black never clicked with the audience. The performers, presenters and even some of the recipients (ahem, Pink) looked extraordinarily uncomfortable.

The highlights? Jack White and the Raconteurs, perhaps someone at MTV has something on them, were recruited to be the house band. They charged on heroically between set changes and commercials, kinda like the house band on the Titanic, but with more guest players (Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top, Lou Reed, and one of my favorite directors, Jim Jarmusch!). I kept waiting for Jack to strike up the riff for Nearer My God To Thee to signal the end of this 3+ hour plunge.

The best moment of the night was the show's only, officially sanctioned lipsync performance. And it accompanies a video MTV has probably never aired, but you've heard about through the internet. OK Go perfectly recreated (LIVE!) their highly choreographed treadmill dance to Here It Goes Again. The four members of the power pop group deservedly high-fived each other for executing their routine perfectly on live tv for millions of viewers. I imagine their profile has risen beyond the viral video level. Maybe next year, they will be allowed to bring their instruments.

Best presenter kudos go to Al Gore (bringing "sexy back"), who acquitted himself nicely, made his point about the environment and split. The only other thing that got me pumped was Bob Dylan's ads for iTunes with him playing Someday Baby from his new LP.

Yep, 3 and a half hours to sift through and them's the highpoints. It was nice to see a lot of new, young artists winning awards, but none of them had any charisma or gumption when they accepted a Moon Man statuette to make it interesting. Oh, but then there was the "cast" of Jackass... who unceremoniously punched each other in the crotch, as well as Viewers' Choice Award winners Fall Out Boy, one of whom was socked in the privates with his award by a dwarf. 'Nuff said.

The VMA's couldn't end quickly enough.
Thank God, it's Friday.
Love, Power, Peace

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