2008 Woodie Awards
Where Did Green Day and "Wonderwall" Go?
Aiden Redmond '08
Issue date: 9/20/07 Section: Commentary
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I know what you are thinking: How could this kid not care about the VMA's?! Did he not know that Britney Spears performed her new hot jam live on stage? Yeah, I heard about it. As crazy as it may seem, I am about as interested in everything Britney as I was in middle school when I still did not care. The last thing she needs is to be lip-synching in public when she is just hitting her peak of neurosis. I also found out that Fall Out Boy beat out The White Stripes for the "Best Group" award. While it is an unfortunate turn of events, I am not too surprised about that one either, when you consider that an emo haircut makes a badass guitar solo look about as cool as writing a song about umbrellas.
After checking up on the list of this year's winners, I guess I should be happy that Gnarls Barkley at least won the award for "Best Editing," which is probably the most un-rad award of the night. Honestly, I really couldn't care less, and I am pretty sure The White Stripes couldn't either. It is not so much that I am not into the idea of watching an awards show where the highlight of the evening is a five-minute brawl between Pamela Anderson's ex-husbands. It is about the music and it always has been. While MTV may have forgotten that along with a lot of other folks, I have not. In the end, the mind-numbing combination of a sad, sad awards show that goes out of its way to recognize a gaggle of singers whose combined talent is about as dope as snoring in rhythm, is exactly why my radio dial is set to classic rock.
After checking up on the list of this year's winners, I guess I should be happy that Gnarls Barkley at least won the award for "Best Editing," which is probably the most un-rad award of the night. Honestly, I really couldn't care less, and I am pretty sure The White Stripes couldn't either. It is not so much that I am not into the idea of watching an awards show where the highlight of the evening is a five-minute brawl between Pamela Anderson's ex-husbands. It is about the music and it always has been. While MTV may have forgotten that along with a lot of other folks, I have not. In the end, the mind-numbing combination of a sad, sad awards show that goes out of its way to recognize a gaggle of singers whose combined talent is about as dope as snoring in rhythm, is exactly why my radio dial is set to classic rock.