When I think of halftime shows, I think of Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers.
Seriously: what the fuck?
In all fairness, Prince doesn’t necessarily conjure up violent contact sports either. At least he has that one-name superstar poise about him that says “I can rock a fucking stadium if need be.”
Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers conjure up 5,000 seat arenas with little or no light show and pot smoke replacing the fog machines.
So forgive me if I felt a little under whelmed at this year’s halftime show selection. It’s not that I don’t like ‘em; they’re an American institution and I would consider myself a fan of their music. In addition, it’s not as if this was the worst selection either. Cracked did a rundown of the worst halftime shows ever and this year wouldn’t even rate on the list.
It’s merely a safe bet that’s sure to please that lucrative television market (read: adults with spending power) so that they’ll stay tuned and consider an ice cold SoBe the next time they head to the store. And it’s especially safe after such an awesome show last year.
The stage set up was pretty cool, even though I don’t remember T.P. using that particular logo after the debut, and I associate them with Rickenbackers instead of Flying V’s, but whatever, it looked good.
The song selection was as predictable as you could imagine with even a solo Petty track (“Free Fallin”) making the set, which would only bother a nitpicker like me, I suppose.
But then there’s the whole “Is that really The Heartbreakers” conspiracy theory that I was tossing around. Mike Campbell looked like Adam Duritz, Stan Lynch looked like a middle age black dude, Howie Epstein looked like Ron Blair, and Benmont Tench looked like Benmont Tench.
There was some other dude on stage sporting a guitar, but he may have been a roadie.
Speaking of, Petty still looks like roadie for the Allman Brothers, only better dressed.
Again, there was nothing wrong with the performance and those on the field looked like they were entertained. I’m sure there were many people watching that also felt satisfied with another rendition of the shit they hear on classic rock stations every fucking day of the week.
For me, it was as exciting as one of those TV timeouts.
As far as the ads were concerned:
I will never buy an Under Armor product because their ad on the Super Bowl was retarded. Congratulations, focus group.
Special consideration goes to GoDaddy.com. I have no idea what you’re selling (Titties? Pussy?) but I’m pretty sure that I don’t need that because I’ve got that at home. Good work, retards.
Note to Anheuser-Busch: what the fuck happened to the Bud Bowl? It was so gloriously stupid that I now miss it. Surely it would have been cheaper to make than the stupid Clydesdale “Rocky” ad.
And the new Will Farrell movies looks about as good as Blades Of Glory which means that I’ll wait to rent it or until it comes on HBO in a few years. Nothing personal, I still think you’re funny and even Bill Murray coasted for a few years. Hell, Dan Ackroyd made a fucking career out of it.