I completely lost it at Will Smith.

Mike Tyson AND Chevy Chase! How many of these type of things were there?

Oh. My. God.

I think I found the cause of Gulf War Syndrome.

Do They Know It's Christmas doesn't have shit on this.

If I needed to find a precise moment in my childhood when I stopped having patriotic feelings, it would be right about here.

Orel Hershiser? Orel fucking Hershiser?!?

And we're sending our love down the well

I like how happy they look, there's something a little bit "fuck you" about the implication that they're pretty pumped about the fact that YOU're dying in a desert, and WE're just chilling and singing songs.

Bugs Bunny was a part of this.

I want to bang my head against the wall. Never has Nirvana appeared more to me as an antidote to 1990s evil.

The drone of drab synthesizer tones interspersed with meek tintinnabulation makes me feel like an old man made of cardboard waiting endlessly in the dentist's office.

Much like the 30 Rock finale, I don't know who at least half these people are.

If I was a at home in my closet I'd have makeup running down my face, because it really touched me.

I got to see a fundraising event at Carnegie Hall with famous people getting together to write a song... that I think they must have wrote in six minutes back in the green room before they came on stage. I don't know which law of physics causes benefit songs to automatically be embarrassing, but I'm looking at you, nuclear magneton constant.

I often hear things that I proclaim as the "worst song ever", but this is it...

Michael Bolton?
Kenny G?
Matt and Gunnar Nelson?

Yep, this is TRULY the worst.

Hey, this was actually pretty well made!

...they were using this as psychological warfare against the enemy, right?

The early nineties were a cultural wasteland but loss aversion made me forget just how bad it was.

I mean, just God damn.

Kenny G sat next to me in a sushi restaurant.
I made fun of him and he stormed off and left.
My girlfriend was crying with laughter.
I was drunk.
True story.