my evening with the stars.

so i was given the opportunity to assist my friend and some of his coworkers shoot some interviews for a large media outlet at the mtv video music awards.
i got out of work a little too late so i was forced to just wander the streets for a couple of hours as the folks i was supposed to meet were basically trapped on the red carpet with my credentials. so i was/am a little bummed that i missed out on what was described to me as basically "this is your life: the pop culture edition", as folks from ll cool j and hulk hogan walked next to whats left of stone temple pilots (why they were invited lord only knows) as they traded handshakes with busta rhymes and chris brown. but what i did get to see instead wad celebrity hysteria as folks crowded the sidewalks trying to get any sort of glimpse of a celebrity they could find. i stood outside the h&m on 5th avenue and watched as limos and SUVs fitted with that presidential tint ("so you cant see up in my window")rolled down the street and people clamoring up and down the street trying to figure out who was inside. it would be kind of a calm as the car slowly drove by, with people try to make out silhouettes, asking the person inside to roll down their window, or just being blunt and yelling "WHO ARE YOU?" im pretty sure 90% of the time the folks inside were just entourage ("weed carriers" as some would call them) but there were a few expensive and fancy whips that im sure had someone special inside, at least i sincerely hope so because im pretty sure 99% of the people on the streets just showed up to see who they can see and go home. i mean, they kind of made an evening out of it. and im sure at least 50% of those people stuck around until after the show was over (a good 4+ hours later) to see who they could see coming out of that motherfucker. and im sure even then it was yet another game of "who's in that car?" because security was tight and those red carpet holding pens can only hold so many people.
but hey. whatever.
so at about 8:00 i finally got my credentials and went to the tent in the little courtyard area of rockefellar center where they had all the media set up. inside our little tent there was a table, 2 "director" style chairs, and a tv showing the award show. im not going to bore you with details, so i will give a quick rundown of the more interesting things that happened. and it wasnt really that interesting of a night, so...yeah. andre 3000 was a pretty solid dude who suspiciously was there without big boi (as was the case with sleepy brown...?). snoop dogg is as people say he is in real life, and thats a laid back, cool dude. 1/2 of the pussycat dolls are pretty disgusting in real life. chamillionaire is a nice guy who, like his former(?) nemesis mike jones, does not drink. if the dudes in avenged sevenfold werent in a band, they would get made fun of. a lot. afi were nice guys. 30 secconds to mars kind of werent. mike shinoda of linkin park/fort minor having an awkward interview that at one point was about "kevin federline's campaign to save the penny", which then turned into "are you equating me to kevin federline?", which then turned into "hey kevin. much love man. popo zao." fall out boy and panic at the disco might as well be the same band. i saw ron jeremy.
and thats kind of it for that stuff. a lady would show up, be like "you want to interview ok go?" and someone would say "yeah!" and the band would show up, get asked some general questions like "what are you working on?" and "whats it like being at the vmas" and sometimes they would ramble on and sometimes they wouldnt. and mike shinoda was a funny dude, even though i hate his music.
but that was that. i just kind of sat around, smoked cigarettes, ate free food and drank free drank, and watched the award show. occasionally i would turn on a microphone or turn on a light. but what i gathered of the show itself is very similar to what im reading in other reviews of the show: it was boring. jack black was funny, but everything was very to the script and just not exciting. no crazy reunion, no pyrotechnics, nobody getting into a fight. there was the dude who jumped on stage (if you didnt see it im not going to waste your time by giving you the link to his site...uh...) as panic at the disco won video of the year(are you serious?) and plugged his website and name dropped remy ma of all people, but that was it. the tribute to hype williams was cool, mainly because we got to see them try to do that shit in real life. but it was also nice to see busta do "put your hands" or whatever its called in full "coming to america" motif, and it was funny when one of the dancers knocked missy's weird sunglasses down her face. but yeah, basically what people have been saying is becoming ever more clear, in that the mtv awards, which were originally created to be the antithesis to the grammys, is now becoming the grammys and vice versa. and it didnt seem like there was too much star power either. i mean, puff daddy and jay-z are big celebrities, but having those dudes just show up isnt that crazy. and what was with the performers and nominees and winners? panic at the disco winning video of the year? chris brown? rihanna? 30 seconds to fucking mars? is this the current state of music? what happened to gnarls barkley? they were basically the fucking band of the summer, had a sweet video, and they werent even nominated for video of the year?
keep in mind this is the same award show that gave "band of the year" to limp bizkit a few years ago.
so yeah. there it is. not that exciting, but i figured maybe someone out there would like to know about my night kind of being at the mtv video music awards, which like my night, was not that exciting. definitely an experience, but it wasnt like i was popping cris with jigga man backstage.

on another note, fifty is beefing with diddy over some stupid mase shit. this could be amazing (in comedic sense). thanks to byroncrawford and XXL.
speaking of rap magazines, if you pick up the latest issue of the source (which is the july issue...coming out in september) you can see some of your dude's fancy work.
so in conclusion, fuck yo life.