Kind of off my usual line of posts here…but out of pure (sick) curiosity – I tuned into the MTV VMA Awards show tonight. In that same sick way that some people cannot turn their heads away from a car wreck on the highway – I was curious to watch Britney Spears’s comeback performance at the VMA’s.
In retrospect, I could have cleaned the catbox instead.
Britney Spears – 2007 MTV VMA Awards Performance
I could have done anything but tune into MTV to see Britney’s performance. I’ll just say that sometimes the memory of something or someone is better than the actual reality. The memory of Britney is far better than today’s reality. Not that I was ever really a fan of her music – – my tastes run more towards the jazzy/blues genre of music. She’s just a curiosity – kind of like the bearded lady at the local circus.
It doesn’t matter who you are – you can’t force a comeback. Britney lacked a lot of things in that peformance – confidence being the main element lacking. I was really pulling for the poor girl – and ended up embarassed for her, and embarassed for everyone in the audience. It was a really akward show – she didn’t even sing, she mouthed the words.. and poorly, at that. Her dancing was hesitant, unsure, stiff and scared.
She looked like someone who has never been on stage before – rather than the pop star who commanded stages across the world just a few short years ago.
Life takes its toll on everyone, doesn’t it? Relationships, kids, love, hate, insecurities, stupid mistakes, family . . . after a time – it all damages you a little. How you handle it makes all the difference in the world. Britney wears her damage on her sleeve and she doesn’t belong on stage trying to make the world love her. Not anymore.
The girl has got some healing to do, from the inside out. Her priorities are skewed in a big way. I know lots of folks love to make her funny fodder – but I think she’s a tragedy. The girl grew up in the spotlight from an early age. The pop princess had everything handed to her from her teen years, on up. Every move, every aspect of her life packaged and marketed to the masses. She looks lost, lonely and desperate.
If I were her, and thankfully I’m not – – I would find a quiet place to exist for awhile. Spend some down time with my kids and get in touch with myself and my life. Then..maybe I’d re-emerge on my own terms, in my own time.
The performance was so bad, I can’t even poke fun at it…it’s too easy – like shooting fish in a barrel.