Yes, I'm d_bing this: BYH Classic's 1st 24 hours of MTV

I know there was a thread about this last weekend, but I was away and didn't read it and didn't feel like being That Guy who digs thru several pages to revive a week-old thread.

This has been fun, watching a station that shows only music videos. What a concept. Someone should try this for real (not pho real).

Apparently, the first day only consisted of 85 videos, 15 of which were by Rod Stewart. Gee, thanks Rod, for forever capturing your late '70s suckiness, over and over and over again.

I'm starting to think, as I watch "Ridin The Storm Out," that REO Speedwagon accounted for the other 70 videos.

Some classic cheese here, including Andrew Gold's "Thank You For Being A Friend" and Cliff Richard's "We Don't Talk Anymore." You know why you don't talk anymore Cliff? Because you think dry ice is cool. And somewhere on the six hours I recorded earlier tonight I have Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street," which is one of my all-time favorite songs.

Some complaints: Almost no original VJ footage. Lynn Hoffman fills my mind with impure thoughts (even when she looks as if she's just overdosed on Botox) but I could do without her odes to MTV (with no apparent sense of irony, she lauded the station's role in introducing reality TV to the masses) in favor of seeing more Martha Quinn. Alan Hunter, Mark Goodman, JJ Jackson (RIP) and even that annoying twit Nina Blackwood.

Alas, as of 9 am today, the Classic goes back to serving as the dumping ground for VH-1's garbage. Sigh.

 

BYH, my fellow child of the '80s, I'm with you on this one. Check out YouTube to find some of those videos you speak of.

Taped the VH-1 Classic special when it was first on, expecting a complete rebroadcast of MTV's first day (at least that's what the press release led me to believe). Disappointed that it was a reconstruction, not a re-airing. Didn't keep the taping -- I deleted it from my DVD recorder hard drive. It was neat to see the old videos, though.

I mean, literally, the last time I saw the video for "Caught Up In You" by .38 Special, it was probably in 1982, sixth grade, when my family was one of the few in the neighborhood lucky enough to have cable. Two friends of mine would regularly come over before school, and we'd watch MTV from 7:30-8:30 a.m. before we had to leave -- and then for at least an hour after school.

 

Hopefully, MTV will release a worthwhile DVD package of the first day.

I only watched any of this (the last half hour) because of this d_b.

Thanks, Neutered,

 

Chissakes....

The REO comment is right fucking on.

Take It Up The Bum is their second song in 25 minutes.

 

The recycle of MTV's first day gave Ph.D its first airplay since ... well, since MTV's first day.

 

LITTLE SUSIE'S ON THE UP!

CHOPPIN' BROCCOLI!

 

Can we approximate when the anti-video movement began on said "video" channels?

Many mention "The Real World" or even "Remote Control" for ushering in programs that had little to do with, you know, music.

Personally, I put much of the blame -- at least regarding MTV -- on the craptastic "TRL." While they countdown videos (so I've heard ), it's rare to see one in its entirerity. The show's more a vehicle for artists to promote their latest crap than anything else.

I'm flummoxed as to why BYH Classic would do the same, unless there's some hidden audience for "Celebrity Fit Club 2" reruns.

 

TRL dates from 1997 and it's one of the few actual music shows left.

To lay true blame, here's the list ...

Remote Control

1/2 Hour Comedy Hour

Liquid Television

MTV Sports

Kevin Seal, Sporting Fool

Real World

Beavis and Butt-Head

Big Picture

House Of Style

 

Remote Control started the ball rolling downhill in the late 80s.

But Viacom's buying MTV in 1985 may have contributed to the nudge.

 

yeah, but i do love me some remote control

now <i>that</i> i wish they'd replay sometime (yummm kari wuhrer -- and thank you google image search)

 

Wait. She looked better than that, though. Except when she was "flirting" with that no-talent fucktard Colin Quinn.