I Want my MTV Live8 coverage

Kudos to MTV for their wonderful coverage of the Live8 concerts yesterday. I particularly loved the editing. You know, when Stevie Wonder was playing that emotional peace ballad on the electric piano, singing with soulful passion as only Stevie can do, the crowd silenced, drinking in the special moment... really didn't need to see the rest of the song, so I'm really glad they cut away to the live shot of the twentysomething hosts with microphones off stage. The commentators really helped to give context to the concert. It really helped to be told how great Stevie Wonder was. I think I preferred it to actually seeing and hearing the artist perform his song in its entirety. It was a special moment, and I'll never forget it. Yes, each and every MTV head was so informative. I also particularly thought it was great how they stuck with Pink Floyd through part of Money, most of Wish You Were Here, and significant portions of Comfortably Numb...almost all the way through that is. You know the part in Comfortably Numb where one of the greatest and saddest guitar solos in the history of classic rock comes in? That's where they cut to some more talking heads. Perfect timing. Impeccable. Who needed to see Gilmour play a heartfelt solo to a crowd of half a million in the lit up London night? That would have been too much for anyone to handle, I'm sure. It was much better, so much better, to have the moment explained and contextualized for me by the smart and sassy announcers, who it must be admitted, were stylin' in such a way that I really wanted to hoof it over to my local shopping mall so I could buy apparel to make me look just like them. It was so cool, the MTV coverage. How they'd cut away before the end of every song. It was just like being at the shows. I felt virtually a part of a worldwide event. In fact, I felt like I had been split into nine pieces, carved and parsed like an Internet transmission -- so many disparate packets of infotainment -- and scattered among the nodes, my heart carved, arriving in London to catch some of Mariah, my feet dancing for 30 seconds to Green Day in Berlin, my stomach churning with Velvet Revolver in Philly, all at once, like a 21st century schizoid man. You couldn't top this coverage if you tried. More proof that MTV hasn't lost its touch. MTV really has its finger on the pulse of pop music. Man, I was impressed. Wow. I'm in heaven. Like totally, virtually breathless.