ugh

Apr 24, 2008 00:21

The host of the American NME Awards is a fucking twat. If he says, "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up..." or yells another fucking introduction like he's at WWF Smackdown I'm going to fucking cry. I am oh so grateful to the people throwing random objects at him.

And what's up with the awards anyways? I've never been able to watch the actual NMEs, but I've seen clips, and they were brilliant. What's this crap lighting, crap sound, crap organization, crap host bollocks?

I'm quite happy about the bands, however. The Lemonheads was (were? How do you express a title that's plural when only one man performed?) brilliant, of course, and Mick Jones is adorable. And the guy from the Killers that prattled on forever made me giggily.

As for Jane's Addiction, I almost broke down after viewing such brilliance. Jane's Addiction is one of the bands I've always wanted to see live, but thought never possible, the second being Blind Melon. But now? Jane's Addiction is possibly back together, and Blind Melon is touring with a singer that sounds exactly like Shannon Hoon. I am overwhelmed over what this could mean for me.

Despite (forgive me, I have to repeat myself) crap sound, the band was just like they were ten odd years ago. Perry Farrell at 49 is as gorgeous as he was at 29. I wanted to glomp him. Actually, after watching this I realized who Chris Corner (Sneaker Pimps, IAMX), whom I love, reminded me of when I first discovered: Perry. (If I wasn't exhausted I would elaborate, but alas...)

And lastly, what is a Jane's Addiction performance without Dave Navarro shedding his shirt? I find myself giggling. It almost makes up for the rest of the show.

blind melon, award shows, music

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