Halftime

 

I have an experiment to conduct. Starts with this…

The Super Bowl. Specifically, consider halftime performers. Can you name three of the past five halftime performers? I have a funny feeling that most people will have more success when it comes to naming folks that sang the National Anthem than they will of names from halftime performers.

But that’s just a funny feeling. In truth, the Super Bowl halftime performer role may simply be the Kobayashi Maru of show business for musicians. It also might just be, bar none, annually the biggest performance slot in the world.

This thought crept into my head as the game approached recently. It seems as if every year, there’s a great deal of fanfare given to the halftime performer. It starts even before the official announcement, with fairly well-publicized whispers and leaks hitting the news and making the media rounds. Once the NFL-logo-seal-of-approval is stamped on it, hype shifts to another level as we’re promised do-not-miss level excitement of a hitherto-unseen brilliance. And as the smoke is drifting away, the notes still ringing in the atmosphere, that same hype machine brands that very performance as the greatest that ever was.

And yet, we don’t remember it.

Oh, sure, Prince and U2 have delivered exceptional efforts in the Super Bowl shadow. But you never just randomly think of them. Seriously, Prince at the halftime of the Super Bowl or Prince during the George Harrison tribute of a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction show? Which one comes to mind more often and more easily?

For every great one, there’s something like Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band being swallowed up and largely a shoulder shrug. It’s not that the effort, from a tremendous group—and, should be noted, a group quite accustomed to stages of this size—was poor in quality. For Springsteen, more a case of wrong place and wrong crowd. Bad match for a live show of roughly thirteen minutes.

We can also note, there have been some simply brutally horrendous shows, which we need not mention specifically here.

As to our quiz, I’m sorry if you answered Lady Gaga. With the February 2024 event over, she was eight Super Bowls ago. Katy Perry was ten. If you said Lady Gaga or Katy Perry, in addition to being wrong you’re assisting me in making my point. Even when great, they just aren’t memorable. Even when they ride in on a gigantic lion or jump off the roof of the stadium, they don’t stay with you.

There’s this collection of thoughts that occasionally come up surrounding an event. Labels are attached that scream do not miss. They’re supposed to be what everyone will be talking about. And then, repeatedly, time after time, nobody is.

I think that element of it all that upsets me the most is the after-event presentation of claims that it was the best ever. Often at the Super Bowl halftime, two minutes in, you’ve already forgotten what song is playing. You already know the full quarter of an hour is going to be a mess. And you already know there will be claims it was perfect and legendary. People will be calling it an immediate classic.

Ugh.

Why is that upsetting? Because not-too-long thereafter, nothing.

Maybe it’s impossible for anything to live up to such intense spotlights, such incredible coverage, such a whirlwind of activity in all areas. The pregame shows last weeks. Just the focus on the performers singing before the game generates thousands of hours of collected reporting in newspapers, on radio and on television. In fact—the game—even the game itself annually gets swept away by the raging floodwaters of spectacle.

Let’s finish with another experiment, since I believe you may be reading some of these words in disbelief.

Consider the Super Bowl. Specifically, winning teams. Can you name the past five Super Bowl winning teams?

I already know the answer.

And: (1) You can’t. (2) You’re ticked you can’t, since one team won more than one (and actually, three of the five so you only need to come up with three names). (3) You’re forgetting the Los Angeles Rams.

Another assist in making my point. But next year, whoever is playing, whoever is performing, it will absolutely be a do-not-miss that you won’t remember. (Copy, paste, repeat.)

 

If you have any comments or questions, please e-mail me at Bob@inmybackpack.com