These are just my thoughts. They don’t have to be yours. Just so you know.
What’s wrong with me that I immediately downloaded “fifteen” by Taylor Swift after watching Taylor and Miley Cyrus perform it? Aww the heck with it, I don’t care. It rocked, and I’m ashamed.
And holy meatballs… is T.I. hot, or is T.I. hot? How come I never noticed before?
Speaking of balls (that was for you, KC), I got a kick out of totes preggers M.I.A. She rocked it like there wasn’t a baby in her uterus. Or wherever those suckers are for nine months.
(Photo source: Mark J. Terrill/Associated Press)
And speaking of Jay-Z… he and the “rap pack” nailed it in their black-and-white performance… or as the NYT blog, artsbeat, called it, “an otherwise excellent rap summit.”
I’m over U2 for a while. They bugged me at the “We are One” concert at the Lincoln Memorial (go Inauguration 2009!), and the annoyed me tonight. They’re in a time-out for a while.
Carrie Underwood’s song, “Last Name” was HOT! People were totally rocking out (and by people, I mean me). But those granny-disco sleeves on her dress? Gross and distracting.
Nicole Kidman. For real. You are only there because you married some dude that’s an Aussie but pretends he’s a Nashville-native. And then, during Jennifer Hudson’s incredible, INCREDIBLE performance and subsequent standing O, you have the nerve to keep trying to sit down hours before the audience was ready? For shame.
Katy Perry (riding in on her phallic banana) did not, in fact, kiss a girl. Or wear heels. But mostly didn’t kiss a girl. This made me sad.
What did you think?