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It was the best of shows. It was the worst of shows.

THE NU107 ROCK AWARDS 2001: A ROCK ODYSSEY had great bands.
Everything else can be fast-forwarded.
You might to hit the pause button to check out what the showbiz-starlets were wearing,
but nothing still beats what Osang was (or wasn’t wearing) a couple of years back.

This year’s NU Rock Awards also served a primer to the shows of UNTV 37.
And from what I saw, there’s not much reason to tune in.

The Awards Ceremony was hosted by Tado and this girl who's name I didn't really get, who host a show on UNTV called Strange Brew. Even though Tado had some jokes that actually made the crowd laugh, their spiels were just too damn long. It always seemed like they were just killing time until the next band got on stage.

My general comment about the hosts of UNTV’s different shows is that they all seem have graduated from the school of Beavis and Butthead and Wayne and Garth. They all seemed to be trying to pull-off the Dumb-and-Dumber-routine and failed at it miserably.

Why do most of their shows have to have “character hosts”?
Why not just have people who know what they’re talking about?

Francis Brew works because he knows what he’s talking about. Zach also works as a good host. I just think he needs a better scriptwriter so that he can actually say something sensible about the places he goes to.

And what about that Rock Rules show, hosted by “Elvus”, a card-board cut-out of Elvis Presley where they animate his mouth to have some bad Elvis impressionist do his voice. Doesn’t UNTV have to pay the Presleys royalty for the use of the image and likeness of the King?

Let me now issue a disclaimer and say that I’ve only seen three shows of UNTV. The rest of my comments are based on those 5-minute segments that were show during the Rock Awards.

Okay, now, back to the Rock Awards.

Once again, the organizers make the mistake of placing the bands too far away from the stage where they present and give the awards. So, as usual, it takes the winners too long to get on stage. Meanwhile, the presenters are cracking jokes like, “Where the winners? Maybe they’re in the C.R.!” Oh… ha… ha.

Oh well… it was fun… mostly… not entirely.

`Til next year.


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