Scandal'us
"There was something quite special about those early
ARIAs, when peer recognition was the only factor and
winners didn't have to grandstand on TV."
Glenn Wheatley, ex-member of Masters and Apprentices
In tuning in to the 2001 Australian Rock Industry
Association (ARIA) Awards, I expected to see a lot of
shiny outfits, fake boobs, trendy cowboy hats, and,
hopefully, some brilliant performances. What I didn't
expect was the repeated bagging, from presenters and
winners alike, of other television networks, the
appearances of music and media stalwarts, as well as
some of the nominees themselves, and a host whose
house burned down.
But that's exactly what I got. Australians used to
care about such things as ARIAs and Logies, which are
kind of like Emmys, only voted for by the readers of
TV Week magazine. But of late, it seems our
biggest acts are just too cool for these glamourised
productions. Way back in the early '90s, when ARIA
decided to televise its awards show in order to
compete with the newer, funkier Australian Music
Awards (which have since disappeared), winning awards
was something to be proud of. Australia had long been
a place that produced some of the best and most
innovative rock and pop music, and recognition was
long overdue. The period was a definitive time in Oz
music, with both pop and rock finding popularity on
the charts and in magazines. It was a time when
artists like John Farnham, The Church, INXS, Jimmy
Barnes, Hunters and Collectors, and Jenny Morris could
all share a stage comfortably. The 15th Annual Aria
Awards, our latest gathering of icon-wannabes, proved
this is no longer the case.
The ribbing began with the host, Australian stage star
David Campbell. As he himself took time to mention in
his opening, Campbell is most famous not for his work
in theater, but for being the son of Jimmy Barnes. His
opening monologue generated few laughs, with many of
his jokes coming at the expense of already much
maligned targets, including twenty-odd year veteran
music reporter, Richard Wilkins, and Australia's own
Popstars' Scandal'us, to Who Wants To Be A
Millionaire and The Footy Show host, Eddie
McGuire, not to mention New Zealanders. Campbell was
also sarcastic and demeaning towards the audience,
often embarrassing himself when waiting for a laugh
that never came. When that happened, he blamed "the
writers," without realising that maybe he just sucked.
The show has never gone three hours without
controversy of some kind, but it used to be all in the
name of a good time. If anything serious did occur on
Awards night, incidents were isolated and usually
personal between the parties involved. We Australians
are renowned for poking fun at ourselves, our way of
life, and our stereotypes (look at Crocodile
Dundee). What we aren't known for is making fun of
those we consider less than worthy. And Campbell
wasn't the only one to try to get a laugh by
denigrating anyone even remotely uncool. This practice
continued when usually funny ex-Good News Week
hosts Paul McDermott and Mikey Robins delivered a
slapped-together routine during their award
presention, a routine that involved unnecessary (and
unfunny) jibes at Scandal'us and 14-year-old Nikki
Webster (who recently scored a Top Three hit single
with "Strawberry Kisses").
Multiple award winners Powderfinger took cheap shots
at Webster, country star Lee Kernaghan, and someone
who paved the way for them, Tex Perkins of The Cruel
Sea. Powderfinger walked home with major awards,
including Best Album for Odyssey Number Five
(which also won Highest Selling Album, Best Rock
Album, and Best Cover Art), Best Song for My
Happiness, and Group of the Year, which of course
meant they had to appear on stage almost as many
times. It seemed as if the boys repeatedly went back
to their seats, only to wait for their name to be
called out, while deciding whom they would make fun of
next.
It was after seeing all of this disrespect that I
recalled watching the MTV Video Music Awards
last year from my dorm room in Washington, DC. I was
annoyed then, seeing the Wayans Brothers, Eminem,
Christina Aguilera, and Fred Durst, among others, use
the majority of their air time to make fun of or bitch
about other performers. It made me long for the day
when Michael Bolton used to get a standing ovation.
Watching the ARIAs 2001, I was again longing for
somebody to put sincerity back into music.
That said, there were a few enjoyable moments during
the show, and they came from our veterans, our icons,
and our very best. Unfashionable acts like Kernaghan,
Wilkins, rock guru Ian "Molly" Meldrum, and
70-year-old country singer Slim Dusty treated the show
with the respect it used to deserve, and Special
Achievement Award winner Keith Urban accepted his
prize with a charming, low-key few words, praising
Australian music. Kylie Minogue accepted her Best
Female Artist award via satellite from the UK. She
also praised the Australian music industry, having a
laugh at her own expense, thanks to the informed
questions asked of her by presenter Wilkins. He, along
with Molly, watched Kylie grow up in the public eye,
beginning with her first Number One, a remake of
"Locomotion," back in 1987. This, again, reminded me
that our industry newbies lack the sense of solidarity
that comes from experiencing the ups and downs of
success. The likes of Powderfinger, while playing in
pubs for many years before hitting the big time, are
only just beginning. While going from success to
success, they are yet to experience just what it feels
like to be the butt of everyone's two-bit jokes. Kylie
has experienced it, and survived fifteen years at the
top of her game, but has only recently regained the
respect she so aptly deserves.
It seemed that ARIA producers themselves were
attempting to remind us of how exciting it all used to
be, momentarily flashing back to ARIAs past, to big
name guest presenters like Spice Girl Mel C, Richard
Marx, and Janet Jackson, as well as showing some
moments of real elation from past winners such as
Savage Garden and Tim Freedman of The Whitlams, who
accepted the award for Best Group from their namesake,
former Australian Prime Minister Gough Whitlam.
The highlight of the night, however, came when INXS
were inducted into the Australian Rock Industry Hall
of Fame. A montage of the group's most historic
moments brought back a lot of memories, while the
speeches given by each of the five remaining members
of the group were inspirational. Michael Hutchence's
writing partner, Andrew Farris, brought a tear to the
eye, reminiscing about the good and bad times in INXS,
the future of the band (with new lead singer Jon
Stevens, formerly of Noiseworks) and the influence
Michael's charisma and talent had over everyone with
whom he came in contact.
I hope that Farris' words reminded each and every
member of the ARIA audience just what such nights used
to be about, including the camaraderie of music. The
carefree Australian spirit of the '70s and '80s
created bands like INXS and AC/DC taking them to the
top and keeping them there, while the sarcastic,
caustic, who-gives-a-fuck attitude of the '00s is
taking them away, forming a new breed of stars who
seem to think that the only way to reach the top is to
spit on the "little" people on their way.