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Unmaking the Band

I genuinely like P.Diddy.

Whenever I see him, whether it’s on one of his several reality programs or on a red carpet or something, I enjoy hearing him speak. He seems to have a genuine sense of humor about himself, has a relatively down-to-earth personality, and is always busting chops.

Also, because DIDDY OBAMA BLOG.

Because I like P.Diddy, I watch Making the Band 4 every week, and because P.Diddy is good at making reality shows, it also happens to be a fun watch even when there’s little Diddy content.

But there’s always Diddy content, and you can tell he genuinely enjoys fucking shit up on his show. He seems to relish being the kind of “character” who can walk into a room full of fresh-faced recording artists and mess up their lives with a couple words.

This week’s episode boasted a much-hyped “serious talk” between Diddy and the five members of his platinum-selling girl group, Danity Kane. In it, Diddy (SPOILER ALERT!) shitcanned Danity Kane’s resident diva skank, Aubrey.

What’s interesting is that the episode was pretty much normal until like the last ten minutes–the gang went down to Cabo and swam with dolphins and goofed off, and then all of a sudden, BAM–it’s meeting time and Diddy’s laying down the law. Also, this seemed to have been billed as the “season finale” for MTB4, but instead, the ten minutes of serious chat was apparently just a teaser for next week’s ACTUAL finale, which I’m hoping is just an hour solid of them bitching at each other around a conference table at Bad Boy.

Diddy made some comment to the effect of, “You’ve lived part of your lives on camera, and you’ve lived part of your lives…off camera.” The suggestion was that the girls were all playing roles for the film crews, and then existing in an entirely separate universe when the cameras were off. In that universe, I guess they hate each other.

It was sorta fascinating to watch–you could see Diddy chipping away quietly at the girls’ defenses, seeking not the heightened and glossy versions of these people that we see every week on MTV, but the real women underneath it all, and where they were at regarding the business enterprise that is Danity Kane. It’s always rare to get “reality” from your “reality TV”; rarer still is the determination of a pop star like Diddy to scratch away the thin veneer of showbiz that coats any reality series after mere moments on the airwaves.


October 9, 2008 at 5:39 pm 1 comment

MtB4: “Gotcha gotcha.”

So did I slip into a coma or something and miss this CNN-worthy bit of news?


After one uppity throw-down too many with Diddy, she’s OUT. They had a big bitch fight and everything and she stormed off.

THEN, even though Diddy got pissed specifically because she didn’t do enough with the contestants to give him information to make a cut, HE MADE THE CUTS ANYWAY.

That’s some serious bad-ass. Imagine if Simon Cowell got pissed at Paula one day and fired her. That’s what we’re dealing with here.

I will miss Laurie Ann. She had a level of batshit crazy that made MtB always fun to watch. That sort of style is especially important in a season such as this, where the base-level drama generated by the contestants just isn’t doing it for me; guys who want to be famous but have no talent to support their goals aren’t nearly as bitchy and catty as girls who want to be famous but have no talent to support their goals.

Luckily, Diddy can NEVER fire himself from the show, otherwise it would be nigh unwatchable.

Farewell, tiny dancer. Farewell.


July 30, 2007 at 11:11 am 3 comments

MtB4: Go Diddy. Go Diddy.

One of the great underspoken secrets of reality TV is that P.Diddy is a BADASS SUPERSTAR.

Don’t believe me? Check him out anytime on Making the Band, now in its fourth season. We’re only on episode 2 so there’s plenty of time to catch up, or just wait for one of those rainy Saturday MTV marathons and overdose.

This season, the band will be a boy group, and Diddy likes to know his boys can CUT THE MUSTARD.

So here’s his plan to kick their asses:

1) Wake them up at 3 in the morning.

2) Give them marching orders to walk to designated spots in each of New York’s five boroughs and sing for two hours at each spot.

3) Do all this in below-freezing temperatures.

4) Also, they must pick up cheesecake for Diddy and bring it back to him.

And that’s what makes Diddy maybe the greatest reality TV impresario on the tube today: We’re talking an eighteen-hour marathon period of walking and singing…then a bit of sleeping, and THEN your debut concert at B.B. King’s in NYC.

I’d like to see any of those pansy-ass American Idols pull THAT shit off. Seriously.

July 9, 2007 at 11:15 am 2 comments


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