Britney must have called in a favor big-time to get her n’er do-well husband added to the Teen Choice awards last night. I suppose it’s a sort of public service message about the dangers of believing your own hype, or buying the notion that proximity to fame can possibly equip you with worthiness. Not in this case.
I’d love to take the camp approach – “it’s so bad it’s good,” but no. His performance was a train wreck of the first order, an embarassment to every enabler in this waste of a sperm bank’s inner circle.
A huge chunk of it was silenced by the seven second rule; whether the content was witheld due to profanity or simply because it sucked is not important. It was the best part of the show.
Hip-hop is mostly banal, but K-Fed’s badness almost elevates the genre in a perverse way. It’s apparent even to a street cred-less fool like me what a disastrous mess this was.
Vanilla Ice is John Lennon next to this guy. Behold the horror, via YouTube: