so not my demographic

i stupidly watched the mtv vma's last night. what a fool i am. pass the dunce cap and i shall don it promptly. from the promising opening performance by green day - nearly the entire rest of the show went to hades in a rickety little handbasket - the kind with pastel ribbons tied to it. except instead of pastel ribbons there were huge strings of tacky bling bling.

speaking of bling bling - i had to give myself the heimlich maneuver when i saw one of the award winners (i think it might of been ludacris) accepting an award. around his neck was a gianormous gold and diamond encrusted pendant of africa. where did those hundreds of diamonds come from? are they blood diamonds from sierra leone? diamonds responsible for putting guns in the hands of children and the exploitation/rape/murder of africans? and then i began to wonder how much hunger and starvation that a pendant like that could put and end to in africa itself. not to mention healthcare, medications, education, agricultural improvements, etc.

watching the show itself i left with the impression that despite recent resurgances that rock and music played with instruments and sung with melody was well and truly dead. the show was a near constant parade of excess, diddy, dance, rap and hip hop.

nice try the killers.

see you in the delete bin green day.

go back to your day jobs at baby-goths-are-us my chemical romance.

but then this morning i read a list of vma winners. and it's all bluudy green day. with the exception of the genre awards, green day nearly cleared all the awards.

it made me feel a bit better about the world.

[music | tori amos, "famous blue raincoat"]