Are Ke$ha and MTV a match made in awesomely trashy cable television heaven?
Once MTV morphed from a Kansas City cable network pet project in the fall of 1981, playing The Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star,” into a pop culture touchstone for the teenage set, it started appealing to its new cultural standing by playing less and less music.
Hours of music videos from 1980s megastars turned into VJs introducing two-minute clips of Puff Daddy/P.Diddy/Diddy’s latest records. And then the channel’s other programming pushed past novelty, and the Real World gave way to MTV Cribs, Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County, and of course, our favorite, Jersey Shore. So it seems wrong, and even ridiculous, to even expect music from the network that brought us a funny Rebel Wilson in an outdated and unfunny MTV Movie Awards venue.
I once called Jersey Shore “an abomination of all things Italian, orange and fun,” and I stand by that statement. (Full disclosure: The only reason I know this is because I have watched my fair share of Sammi crying over Ron, and Vinny progressing into guido-dom with an array of new tattoos, most of which will be featured on his new show called, The Show.) But I also stand by this one: “Reality TV isn’t the devil, but trash passed off as entertainment is.”
But maybe with the Ke$ha documentary, MTV has found the niche that could bring relevancy: a blend of the stuff that gets ratings (reality television) and the stuff that got them in the business (music).
Already a published author, (that’s right, published!) Ke$ha has all the parts of a good pop star: catchy tunes, weird persona people like to see on the street, and just enough intrigue to keep us guessing. Plus anyone who makes a good punchline as well as good music videos is bound to stay in the lexicon for a while.
And so it’s not surprising there’s a curiosity to following her. (Because no matter how pretty some ladies think Ryan Lochte is, gleaning some tips on waking up feeling like P. Diddy is better than just following Ryan’s day-to-day. And I am not alone.) The girl had a steamy encounter with a ghost and shares her name (sans dollar sign of course) with a Chinese village. And her documentary will still be more interesting that Justin Bieber’s hands down.
It’s unlikely that people will start rushing home to see what’s happening on MTV as they make this move toward more music on the channel, if you can even call it that, but a step in the right direction is a step nonetheless. And then the music lovers and The Hills lovers will both be satisfied.
Still curious? Here’s a preview.