I signed the petition. I'm still waiting for
the online rebroadcast of Snow Patrol. AOL
seems to be just showing select segments
This from Mark Caro at the Chicago Tribune
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/ericzorn/weblog/archives/2005/07/i_dont_want_my.html
FMTV! *
Having MTV as the country’s main rock (and
rap, etc.) network is akin to having the Fox
Channel as the official network of the
Sierra Club.
I mean, could MTV show any more contempt for
the music that originally gave the network
its reason to exist?
I watched Live Aid 20 years ago, and
here’s what I remember: performances.
I tried watching Live 8 on Saturday,
here’s mainly what I saw: airhead VJ’s
interrupting every performance with their
insipid, insulting banter. And the
performances themselves were directed so
incompetently, with so little feel for the
music being played, that you’d have
thought the control booth had been taken
over by a monkey who’d just escaped a
Ritalin drug trial.
I don’t have much use for what Pete
Townshend and Roger Daltrey now call “The
Who,� but if you’re going to show them
performing “Won’t Get Fooled Again,�
it’s rock ‘n’ roll blasphemy to cut
away mid-song before Daltrey’s climactic
scream.
But instead of hearing Daltrey bark out the
ever-prophetic line “Meet the new boss,
same as the old boss,� we were affronted
by some ninnies telling us how awesome the
Who had been, even as the band continued
playing in the background before the
inevitable cut to commercials.
If MTV were honest, it would have billed the
event as Pre-Digested 8, because the network
was maddeningly averse to showing most of
the bands live. It was as if MTV were
auditioning to get the TV rights to the next
Olympics.
The assumption, perhaps born of 20-plus
years of hyperactive editing, seemed to be
that hearing complete songs, played live,
wasn’t what viewers expected from an
all-day, multi-city live concert. Just
seeing montages of famous faces, presented
in the network’s patented quick-cut style,
would be enough.
The assumption, really, was that the
audience doesn’t care about music.
Promoting the air personalities and cashing
in on the typical heavy load of
commercials—for what was, mind you, a
charitable, consciousness-raising
event—were the corporate priorities.
I can’t say that the Live 8 line-up of
past-their-prime classic rockers and less
distinguished up-and-comers particularly
inspired me, though I would’ve liked to
hear more from Green Day than their cover of
Queen’s “We Are the Champions.� But I
admit I checked my cynicism at the door and
was genuinely eager to hear Pink Floyd, with
bassist/songwriter Roger Waters back in the
fold, perform together for the first time in
more than 20 years.
And miracle of miracles, MTV actually showed
the reunion live, as it was unfolding in
London. Sure, the years had taken their
toll—on Waters’ burnt-out husk of a
voice especially—but I didn’t care.
These guys, who had hated each other for so
long, were making beautiful music together,
and I’ll be a sucker for that cliche every
time. And it was beautiful -- Waters and
Gilmour trading vocals on “Comfortably
Numb,� the music building in majesty and
drama, Gilmour’s titanic guitar solo on
the horizon, a lump working its way up my
throat...
ARRRRRRGHHH! THOSE $#@#!! DON’T BREAK IN
TO TELL US HOW GREAT AND HISTORIC THE PINK
FLOYD REUNION WAS! THEY’RE STILL PLAYING!
RIGHT BEHIND YOU! YOU #$%^&*$@’S!!!
As my wife restrained me from hurling
toddler footwear at the TV set (you use
what’s handy), the grinning idiots
yammered on and on before MTV actually
returned to “Comfortably Numb� for a bit
of the guitar solo. Then...CUT! Commercials.
No song ending. No band reaction shot as
they finished their first set together in
decades. No audience response. Just
mood-breaking, soul-killing MTV business as
usual.
The shows still had hours to go, but for me,
Live 8 was indeed history.