actual dialogue from saturday afternoon:
philadelphia. stevie wonder onstage. much jubilation.
MTV moron: “Stevie Wonder is onstage and it’s just incredible…”
Boyfriend: “Oh my god, you people are completely useless! Stevie Wonder is playing ‘Higher Ground,’ would you please SHUT UP.”
This, of course, was nothing compared to the searing white hot rage I felt at the MTV vj with the name “Aaman” (or something carefully diverse) as he felt the need TO TELL US THAT THE WHO WERE ONSTAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF ”WON’T GET FOOLED AGAIN” ABOUT THREE SECONDS BEFORE THE MOTHERFUCKING POWER SCREAM, and we hit the volume on the computer so we could WATCH THE GODDAMN CONCERT, and Roger actually NAILED in front of the whole world, and the second he did I started sobbing uncontrollably, partly because whether I like it or not they are still My Band, it is like that old boyfriend that you just can’t shake yourself from emotionally, and Pete looked so good in that denim jacket and not a f’in suit for a change (although the beard makes Joe Grushecky’s eerie resemblance of PT even stranger).
Him: “And why didn’t we go to London for this?”
Me: “I’m sure we had a perfectly good reason at the time.”
But, I am getting ahead of myself.
I don’t have anything to say about the complete and utter ineptitude of Viacom and its various networks and their complete lack of ability to present a worldwide historical musical event with any professionalism or competence whatsoever that someone somewhere hasn’t already said. But, that said, I don’t know how anyone at that network isn’t going to be completely embarassed going to work on Tuesday morning. It was childish, moronic, disrespectful, inappropriate, and just plain LAME.
Around the time of Woodstock II (I think), I remember someone from MTV being interviewed about their proposed coverage and how they had learned a few lessons from the debacle that was their coverage of Live Aid — and there at least they had an excuse, the channel and the entire concept being in its infancy, but even then you didn’t need a rocket scientist to know that WHEN LED ZEPPELIN ARE REUNITING FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER YOU DO NOT SHOW MARTHA QUINN AND MARK GOODMAN HEADBANGING WHEN JIMMY PAGE IS TAKING A GUITAR SOLO!
(Yes, I’m still bitter about that one, and I am not any kind of Zeppelin fan whatsoever.)
Maybe it was deliberate, that they didn’t show one song in its entirety; maybe this was all by careful planning and design, maybe Geldof is still bitter about the people who taped Live Aid and sold the dvd’s on eBay (which could have been prevented a long time ago, but noooo). Yes, we had the computer and broadband to bring us anything that we missed and from a technical perspective, it worked flawlessly considering the load those servers must have been under.
It just seems a shame, in an age when music is respectable and valued commercially and critically, that an event of this stature couldn’t rate the coverage it deserved, especially considering the cause it was organized on behalf of.
Me: “The reason we didn’t go to London was?”
Boyfriend: “I’m not really sure right now.”
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