Live: Pitbull and Kelly Clarkson Couldn't Save Y100 Jingle Ball 2011 From Itself
|Photo by Sayre Berman|
Introduced as the world's number-one DJ, David Guetta's set -- which began well into the fourth hour of the night -- dragged. Shockwaves danced on the video screens, and occasionally he lifted his hands and smiled with sick glee -- so now you experienced it too. Aside from working in some Daft Punk (and some suspiciously familiar neon creatures shooting sparks), the only thing worth noting was the Frenchman's unsophisticated use of the volume controls when he silenced the blunt trauma beats to "excite" the crowd.
No one seemed concerned about the lack of compelling performers. Well, that's not true. Parents were concerned enough that they loaded up on drinks, according to a bartender friend. But the crowd responded well to this disorganized flagellation on the whole. They waited patiently through boring backstage video footage and even more boring stage breaks featuring Elvis Duran and the Y100 staff -- and 1-800-NEED-HELP ads. I guess if you've never been to a concert before, what do you have to compare it to?
The crowd: Sometime during LMFAO, a guy in a suit and a woman in red evening gown who looked like they had just eaten an expensive meal found their seats near the back of the floor area. Thirteen-year-old girls in outfits stolen from their older sisters.
Notebook dumps: "Someone please flip the Script."
Overheard: A father lamented: "Eight dollars for a scoop of ice cream?!"