kanye west:
welcome back, ye. i was highly upset that his performance was the only part of the show that i missed and i was even more upset when i asked my friend how it was and he said "it was whack." whack? WHACK?! people just don't know a good performer when they see one these days. this performance had it all: stage art, sound art - the man is an artiste, damn it. i mean.. if we can forgive chris brown for beating a chick's ass so quickly why can't we forgive a drunk black man for embarrassing some blonde white girl on mtv? it makes no sense. it's whatever. kanye, you did the damn thing - per usu ale. it's the power of that west wind, mann.
el debarge:after about five full minutes of a room full of twenty year olds yelling at each other "who the hell is that?" (with curiosity, not complaint - we just yell 'cause we're naturally loud) and wrongfully deciding that it was chico debarge on stage, i finally got to listen to this sultry little senorito sing his ass off. i was glad i could finally put a face to all those songs that come up on my sade pandora station that i know i heard on magic 106.7's bedtime magic when i was like seven. his miniature two-piece-jean-n-leather get-up made me giggle but his music definitely had me vibin'.
a tribute to prince:trey songz thought it would be cute to throw a little bit of "purple rain" into his performance to preface the prince tribute. yeah, um, hey trey - never do that again. i laughed out loud when they turned the camera to prince while trey was missing notes and messing up tempos. the tightly clenched jaw, the downcast eyes, quivering lady-like fingers on his chin - prince was ready to dig into the over sized sleeves of his self-celebrating airbrushed jammies, pull out a purple diamond encrusted pocket knife and cut a bitch. but when those four fierce females hit the stage and did four completely unique but still musically amazing renditions of prince hits he almost couldn't compose himself (not that you could really tell since his facial expression barely changes). well done but definitely not enough for an artist of prince's calibur - i mean, he can sweetly pop your eardrums with a killer high note, break your ankles in a ball game and serve your ass the best flap jacks you've ever eaten before you can say "the artist formerly known as..."
the michael jackson tribute:
now everyone and their mommas got something to say about this performance but i don't have much to say. i thought it was well done, superbly danced, the smooth criminal white light-lining trick was ridiculously sick and i appreciated that chris didn't try and sing like michael as others attempted to do in their tributes (and obviously failed). i didn't buy the crying... that is until i realized that the song playing in the background was "man in mirror" and that chris brown wasn't crying for michael - he was crying for himself. the lyrics say it all, he was crying for forgiveness, for renewal, redemption, whatever you want to call it. it was a cleansing of his mistakes, if you will. i felt it, therefore i respect the passion in his performance.
some final thoughts:
+ b.e.t, get your mic's up.
+ a giant picture of yourself as a stage background, really trey?
+ j.cole being cut off for an allstate ad - don't dig !
+ nicki minaj don't ever "represent" women again.
+ and nicki, why are you lip-singing a rap?
+ tommy lee at the b.e.t awards?! ::eye pop::
+ busta rhymes' deliberate jibberish - win.
+ monica, this is not a tim burton movie set.
+ and, of course, diddy drunk dialing on live tv - cocoloso !
best commentary, ever.
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