If you were tuned in to see the two conference champs, the Denver Broncos, and the Seattle Seahawks, battle it out in a relentless push and pull of raw force and driven energy, then you were probably extremely disappointed after the Broncos got a safety not 30 seconds in, and it was all downhill from there.
However, the half-time show, in this writer's opinion, was the best that it's been in years.
I wrote in an earlier article about how I was disappointed that the big game was going to be in New Jersey, featuring no New Jersey bands, but I have to say, that was actually pretty great.
Neither a fan of The Red Hot Chili Peppers, or Bruno Mars, I was blown away by their joint-performance, and the seamless one-two punch they delivered by transitioning between artists on "Give It Away." They kept the ball rolling by feeding off each other's prime talents, which can be difficult. Mars is a notable pop singer, and RHCP is one of the most legendary rock bands.
(Yes they are. I may not like them, but I don't let that get in the way of facts)
Still, somehow they pulled off a great performance together. They complemented each other on stage like nothing I've seen in years, and the combination of smooth driven pop and sharp-edged rock gave way to a truly awe-inspiring half-time segment. No extravagance, no over-the-top effects (although the fireworks and lights were executed perfectly), just one hell of a group performance.
So, overall, I was pretty pleased with it. New Jersey deserved a good show, and even if it wasn't what I thought we'd want it to be, they certainly pulled that off.
On another note, I've been honoring musician Pete Seegar, and actor Philip Seymour Hoffman on my respective titles as both passed away this last week. A sad anniversary is upon us again, as we remember Sid Vicious, who also died yesterday in 1979. (For obvious reasons of respect, we chose not to talk about it then.)
It was 35 years ago yesterday that he died at age 21, in the West Village. Sex Pistols weren't the best band in history, but they certainly made their mark on the punk-rock community, in part, thanks to John Simon Ritchie's alter-ego, Sid Vicious, and the image he created.
That said, that was what Vicious was, an image. We should recall that he couldn't play the bass to save his life, and for most performances was actually turned down all the way to disguise that. Nonetheless, he was a poster-child for punk-rock music at the time, and so we give a tip of the hat to him for going there. Without which, the Sex Pistols may have been a forgotten punk-rock band like so many others of their generation.
In the words of Sid himself: "...we weren't nice boys. We were fuckin' nasty little bastards. We still are."
Don't go changing for nobody, Sid.
R.I.P. Sid Vicious, May 10, 1957 - February 2, 1979