I thought the 'Net would be crawling with response to Chris Rock saying, 'I'm just jokin', motherfuckers. Shit.' on live television at five in the evening, but it isn't. Hilarious, 'twas.
I'm suprised that, in London, with the exception of Pussycat Dolls and Madonna, the line-up consisted of real bands and musicians -- no Britney Spears, no The Spice Girls, and while i might possibly consider him real -- certainly so in comparison to the 'forementioned people -- nonetheless no Craig David.
Watched KT Tunstall. The song they showed merely sounded like Sarah McLachlan, whom i'm not really impressed by. Shame because i caught her performance on Later with Jools Holland -- a performance that was so vibrant -- and thought her palpable talent, the song (Black Horse and the Cherry Tree), and that great loop pedal -- an anti-backing track device that ensured the performance was nothing but truly live -- was all fantastic.
Also, the hegemony box finally gets the chance to sprinkle some reality into the masses' brains, and they reject doing so by cutting short performances by Spinal Tap and Metallica; and, also, The Beastie Boys, to show some crap by someone called 'Xuxa', which the BBC, strangely, also recognised as crap and in turn cut away from mid-song.
