The single most annoying thing for me (amid some strong competition) of MTV’s treatment of Live8 was that in almost all cases, they never let the song finish, preferring to cut instead to somebody asking somebody else how long it took them to get to Philadelphia that morning, over and over again, as if any of that mattered.
Perish the thought that rather than filling space between commercials with inane banter – juxtaposed by the occasional lecture from a 20-something presenter with no last name about how they really cared about African poverty- they might show some music?
Still, now African poverty’s dealt with, it’s time to get back to Real World, Date My Mom and Punk’d. Phew.