No, there wasn't. There was great music that had video added to it for the heck of it but video takes other wise crap music and adds the visual so that when you hear said crap the Pavolvian stimuli is activated which, as everyone knows, completely disengages the ears so that what you are ACTUALLY hearing is the visual imprint replayed from the part of your brain that has been taken over and sabotaged. Not that there should need to be because it is sooooo obvious but it can't be proven BECAUSE you can't UN-hear it, can't DIS-connect the neurological fracturing done via the imagery or, otherwise, we could take some 'good' song, as per MTV standards, and play it back, preferably live, and you'd go screaming from the room; SUCK!!!!
And, that's another thing; Video is SOLELY responsible for lip syncing. That's right. The demands of video exploded once it was discovered that you could get people to listen to ANYTHING if you mind raped them first with visual over stimulation and so, the demands for the video performance exploded and, seeings how watching people PLAY an actual instrument isn't really as impressive looking as it should be, the decision was made to start adding STUPID #### that looks really impressive; synchronized cheer leading whereby band members who used to spend the entire existence at their craft suddenly were surrounded by cheerleaders who, by extension, made them look great so that stunningly ugly guitar players whose ONLY redeeming characteristic was that they could PLAY were now made to look sexy, kewl, and as though they, too, had moves. Satan, as usual, laughed and spread his wings. Even drummers, long hidden behind symbol and mic stands become stars. Quasimodo was simply born at the wrong time as he, too, could have become a sex symbol simply by surrounding him with a bunch of hot babes doing some sort of pseudo synchronized whatever the #### that sorta referenced the stumbling and spasmatic movements of the now decaying skill musicians. Point being you can't sing AND do the barnyard chicken dance at the same time; eject singing. Unless your name is Pink.
Thus, there was no night the music died, no single day old Dixie was torn down. Oh, no. This was boiling frog business here and it was done low and slow but it WAS DONE as greedy execs knew they could get cheerleaders anywhere AND no longer would be at the mercy of extremely talented musicians who held the reigns of power by virtue of their virtuosity. Now, they could take ANY four dumb ####s off the street *cough* Poison, and SELL some product, just add ass. Synchronized ass.
And thus the darkness covered the earth and the children cried.
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