If you’re like us, you turned on ABC last night expecting one thing, but instead found the 40th anniversary broadcast of the American Music Awards. Under the influence of a lazy Sunday and unable to move the two inches required to change the channel, there we sat, transfixed by the spectacle that popular music has always been, but that now somehow seems mind-bogglingly ludicrous.
After a near-death experience brought on by the as-always pitch-imperfect Taylor Swift and a stomach-turning run-in with Linkin Park, we were nearly ready to call it quits; to defy the laziness of the day and change the channel. How lucky for us, and everyone like us, that we hung on for dear life and found saving grace in an icon of 90’s spectacle. This week’s Man of the Week, MC Hammer.
Yes, even after three hours of cold, cynical commentary on the state of popular music, we squeed like every 13-year-old girl at a Breaking Dawn screening this weekend when the lights went out, the theater got quiet, and we heard: “Stop. Hammer-Time.”
Yes we did.
Instant glee was soon replaced with wide-eyed speculation. Is he staging a comeback? Is this the beginning of a new era of MC Hammer? Will it be cool again to use the word ‘legit’? Most importantly, can we dust off the hammer pants? So many questions for our Man of the Week, but mostly we’re just happy to see Hammer out of the bankruptcy-ridden era that kept him relegated to VH1’s Behind the Music and back center stage, if only for a night, so that we may remember our 14-year-old selves and lay off a little (just a little) on the coldhearted sneering at Taylor Swift and her ilk.
And in the end, it seems we have the Biebs to thank for all of this.
As always, if you have suggestions for future men of the week, be sure to let us know in the comments or on our Facebook page.
