So I bitched and I moaned about the VMA's.
"I'm so OOOOOLLLLLLDDDD!" I said. "Music isn't GOOOOD anymore!"
And most of tonight's ceremony was cringeworthy.
Usher and his insistance on wearing sunglasses at night is most grating. I want him, his abdominal muscles and self-congratulatory manner to go away as soon as humanly possible.
Lil' Jon saying YEAH!!!! when they all won an award also raised my hackles. Enough. The world is not crunked enough to handle his antics. Ma$e needed to stop saying "Welcome back!" We know he's back and most of us didn't miss him in the first place.
And Vote or Die? Is P. Diddy going to send hitmen around the nation Nov. 3 to off those who didn't go to the polls? He needed more input for the title of that campaign.
But the night got better. Alicia Keyes performed with Stevie Wonder!!!!! To borrow a phrase from Lil' Jon, YEAH!!!!
And the end. Oh my goodness, the end. I didn't know I could love Outkast more than I already do.
I loved the political convention look of their performance.
I loved that Andre 3000 admitted his frustration in public about playing "Hey Ya" for the millionth time.
I loved the fact that the audience was more active than a bunch of delgates at a regular political convention. (I didn't love that the audience didn't seem to be getting the point, but oh well.)
I loved that I was able to play the angry CNN stage manager at the DNC and shout, "Jesus Christ! Get those goddamn balloons going!"
I loved that they encouraged viewers to vote without threatening their lives once. (See, P. Diddy!?!?!?)
I loved they did what Brotherman called "effective political satire" in Florida.
Let's just hope it works Nov. 2.