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American Music Awards: Keeping it classy!

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No one tuning into the American Music Awards on Sunday night could have been expecting a display of decorum. The AMAs have always been the most dubious of the major music award shows -- crass as hell, with no pretense of rewarding true artistry. Sales is the main determiner of who wins, but there are also bizarre handouts that defy logic altogether.

Last night, Whitney Houston took home the International Award of Excellence, for nothing more, it seems, than releasing a middling album and not collapsing during live performances. Michael Jackson won four trophies because... because... because everyone feels really bad that he died this year.

But the handing out of awards is merely a stop-gap between the performances, which set new standards of debauchery every year. The big talking point today is Adam Lambert's first post-American Idol performance, of his debut single, For Your Entertainment, which featured, among other things, simulated fellatio and what looked like a gay kiss. All I can say is that a guy with this much talent doesn't need to resort ot such tiresome shock tactics.

Never to be outdone, Lady Gaga was on hand to class the place up. She started out in a flesh-coloured unitard, capering around and grabbing her crotch to the strains of her new hit, Bad Romance. Then, switching gears, she approached a large glass box that housed a piano. Using her mic stand, she smashed the case and proceeded to pound out her power ballad Speechless, a poor cousin to Elton John's Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me.

What do you think, folks? Did the American Music Awards set a new standard for debauchery and garishness?

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