A year ago today, I was on the phone with James.
     "That bullshit TRL countdown is on," he told me.
     "Yeah, I know. I’m taping it."
     "You’re taping it?"
     "Yeah. I figured I should have at least some of the videos from 1998 on tape."
     "But these videos all suck."
     All VHS odds and ends tallied, I probably have 1,500 music videos on tape. I started scouring MTV, VH1, et al in the spring of 1993. At the time, I was 15, and I wasn’t even officially allowed to watch MTV. My mom had imposed a housewide ban a couple years earlier, after seeing one of the Bell Biv Devoe videos or some such nonsense. But there I was, staying up later than I should have, monitoring the airwaves for "just one more video" I wanted to keep. I couldn’t go to sleep unsatisfied.
     When I used to tell people that one of my hobbies was taping music videos, there were two invariable reactions – they would either laugh or shoot me a "What the fuck?" look. I realize it’s a pretty odd habit, but it’s finally paid off. Early last January, James and I packed a few bowls, popped that damned TRL countdown in the VCR and began a strange journey that’s continued through 1999.
     Between us, we reviewed about 250 videos this year, from teen-pop bullshit to comeback material from artists of years past. We delved into my video archives and come back with classic video features and specialties like "Madonna Week" and one "Reagan Week" for each of the Alzheimer president’s administrations. We skewered MTV, VH1, BET, Much Music and both Box channels, and we kept a collective eye on Z-Music for noteworthy Christian videos.
     Long story short, the experiment has been successful. eMpTyV is now the most-visited section of my homepage and still the only site of its kind, offering new reviews almost every Friday. (I admit, I’ve taken my share of one-week hiatuses this year.) And, of course, it’s going to continue as usual next year, assuming the world doesn’t end.
     For this Friday’s reviews, I’m going to look back on 1999 and this time, fuck the TRL countdown. No, in honor of my first full year as a music video critic, I’ve put together my own lists of the ten best and ten worst videos of the year. Follow along, keep tabs at home and be sure to come back and join us for another year of eMpTyV.
--Andrew Hicks


1. Blur – Coffee and TV 
     My pick for best video of the year (and my absentee partner James agrees) is this little-seen mid-summer Blur video. I caught it once on MTV, really late at night, and several times on M2, and it blows the year’s TRL shit out of the water. "Coffee and TV" is a messed-up, catchy short film about an animated milk carton that sets out on a trek to find the lost boy whose picture he bears. The video spends most of its time in camp mode, showing the milk carton’s terror in the big city – being bitched out by a pissed-off hooker, watching a female milk carton (strawberry, naturally) get stomped before his eyes and being chased by an angry Naya water bottle. Eventually, the carton finds the band, whose bassist is the missing child. (Why am I not surprised to learn there are runaway children masquerading as members of Blur?) "Coffee and TV" is a much better-crafted pop song than most stuff on the radio right now, and the video didn’t take long to grow on me. Back when Blur was singing about girls who love boys who love boys like their girls who love girls like their boys, I never would have guessed they were capable of something like this.

2. Beck – Sexxlaws 
     Beck never disappoints. His songs are full of rich samples and oddly combined instruments and, in the case of Mutations, stripped-down, surprisingly soulful blues. His videos have obnoxious, non-sequitur imagery and wry, knowing humor. "Sexxlaws" comes to us by way of the new, sex-enlightened Beck. Yeah, after five years in the business, he finally got laid, and he let the world know about it with Midnite Vultures. The album is his ode to P-Funk and early ‘80s Prince; it even has stand-in Wendy-and-Lisa-clone backing vocals. "Sexxlaws" is the best and craziest thing to hit MTV since our number-one video. The Fatboy Slim-knockoff intro sees a meeting of the Vision Warrior Men’s Circle ("I want to write a book about angels. I want angel answers.") destroyed by a group of football players. They proceed to the kitchen, where the soup cans are alive, the mixer is floating and the refrigerator is humping the stove from behind. (Yeah.) It gives way to a Beastie Boys-looking motif, with giant robot nurses fighting alien pirates, or at least that’s how I interpreted it. "Sexxlaws" is the kind of video-and-song package I wouldn’t have expected in this dismal year of music, but as it turns out, it’s one more solid late-year, established-artist entry that’s helping salvage our Backstreet-soiled senses. Keep bumpin’, Beck.

3. Busta Rhymes – Gimme Some More
     This video is all it took to make me fall in love with Busta Rhymes all over again. His "Woo-Hah" in 1996 was a great marriage of the comedic, the hardcore and the fucked-up. "Gimme Some Mo’ " is his first effort since that’s duplicated that, sampling the Psycho theme and showing Busta romping around some misproportioned, cartoonish sets. His personas in the video include a motorcycle cop, a drag queen, Yosemite Sam and a few others that would give any strict Freudian a lot to write about. All the while, Busta gets to wave wads of money and flaunt his gorgeous cars and women, the only things that are still safe to exploit in the world of rap. And, best of all, this video starts and ends within two minutes, the perfect amount of time for our sauteed attention spans. The only mistake I made was buying the entire Extinction Level Event album, which was a lot closer to new-school Master P than my tastes would allow. Ironically enough, I traded it in for a copy of Midnite Vultures, from our number-two artist.

4. Beastie Boys – Body Movin’ (Fatboy Slim remix)
     The Beasties are the biggest kids when it comes to music videos. They get away with any expensive, messed-up scenario they can think of just because they’re the Beastie Boys. ("I know it’s going to cost $25 million, but we have to rent the entire Pacific Ocean for our next video. It’s an artistic concept.") This elaborate video, their highest-concept effort since "Sabotage," saw an old-style detective trying to track down a fencing catburglar. And there was a not-at-all-subtle decapitation scene. <frat boy>The torso is squirting blood. This video rocks.</frat boy> It takes some real men to admit their music has been upstaged by a Fatboy Slim remix, but by God, the Beasties are those men.

5. Filter – Take a Picture 
     My first reaction to this was, "Damn, this is good. This is Filter?" James and I quickly decided that "Take a Picture" sounds like ‘80s U2 crossed with ‘90s Duran Duran. The soaring acoustic guitar track, ponderous, whine-filtered Smashing Pumpkins vocals and solid percussion prove this band is capable of moving past the industrial metal it made a name with. And the video is just as sweet, with blue and purple visuals of a plane crash at sea. As the flaming wreck surrounds him, the singer lies on his back, floating. Eventually the rest of the band plus a blonde debutante (I think her name is Rose) ends up underwater – it looks a lot like the "Come Undone" video minus the cross-dressing. Across the board, one of the best-sounding songs and lushly photographed videos of the year.

6. Eninem – My Name Is 
     Demented. Intricate. Hilarious. Funky. There are a lot of words you can apply to Eminem’s debut album, but it all boils down to the most interesting, original rap CD I’ve heard since Doggystyle in 1993. Just about every white friend I have hates this guy, and most of the people I do know who like this album are the ones whose music taste I distrust the most. Still, I haven’t once regretted buying The Slim Shady LP in February despite all the hell I caught for it. In an era of pussified, sample-heavy Master P garbage, Eminem’s smooth, manic flow, tight Dr. Dre beats and vivid, often obnoxious imagery are the best things going for hip-hop. More importantly, he’s brought story-telling and humor back to rap. The "My Name Is" video, which introduced Em to the world, was the best of the batch. It simultaneously parodied "COPS," Bill Clinton, Marilyn Manson and the Spice Girls with the kind of knowing chutzpah not seen since the days of David Lee Roth.

7. Foo Fighters – Learn to Fly 
     The Foo Fighters are having fun. That’s all that matters. "Learn to Fly" is, naturally, set on an airplane, and the Fighters all play multiple roles. Frontman Dave Grohl wears the most hats as – alternately – himself, the pilot, the swishy flight attendant, the awestruck little girl and the bulbous fat woman. And, look out, the janitor has spiked the coffee these passengers normally drink with Folgers Heroin Crystals, the same heroin crystals that prompted Kurt Cobain to blow his head off so many years ago. It just causes these passengers to hallucinate and laugh, though, and eventually Grohl’s swishy flight attendant character (absolutely hilarious the entire video, by the way) ends up flying outside the plane while the Foo Fighters land the damn thing. The video for "Learn to Fly" is perfect for the song, which is catchy but has absolutely no edge. It’s just a good time, and I’d like it more if the presence of one of the band members as a baby didn’t cause me Del Amitri flashbacks. Oh, and if they’d gotten Leslie Nielson to make a cameo appearance, telling them, "Good luck, we’re all counting on you," as they had to land the plane. Still, this is what happens when immature people have access to a lot of money and resources. Take notes, Blink 182.

8. Fatboy Slim – Praise You
     Okay, so it was a hoax after all, and it was wildly overplayed and overrated, but when all is tallied, the "America’s Funniest People" crossed with Waiting For Guffman look of "Praise You" is going to age well. And 1999 was the year of director Spike Jonze, who came into his own with Being John Malkovich and turned in a Three Kings performance that was a lot more rounded than a one-note redneck character should have merited. "Praise You" poses as a home video of a lame dance troupe doing their jig in front of a movie theater. Trippy as hell and hilarious at the same time, it just screams "Buzz Clip." It comes with self-absorbed interviews with the dancers (Spike himself claims to have danced "with several B-boy posses") that make it even more hilarious.

9. Red Hot Chili Peppers – Scar Tissue
     1999 was basically teen pop and cookie-cutter Master P rap until the Chili Peppers came back hard with "Scar Tissue," the single of the summer. This Californication video was a return to classic 1992 form, and damn funky – we should all remember to send Anthony Kiedis and the boys some Hallmark "Thanks For Taking The Needle Out of Your Arm" cards. Kiedis’ new Iggy Pop look was a misstep, but that’s about my only minor aesthetic complaint about the blue-tinted "Scar Tissue" video. It shows the Peppers, all of whom look like they were bludgeoned earlier in the day, driving through the desert in a convertible. Later, they scavenge through a dump and find several discarded copies of One Hot Minute. It’s a productive trip.

10. The Roots – Next Movement 
     I like these guys. They don’t like me because I’m white, but I’m not going to complain. Rap artists who play instruments; I’m almost obligated to like them. This seven-man band spends the entire "Next Movement" video in a huge, empty room while two Vegas chorus girls pull a giant velvet curtain open and shut. Every time the curtain pulls back, it reveals the band in a different formation. By the end of the video, we’ve seen the human pyramid, the drummer playing upside down and the biggest damn 69 I’ve ever seen. Or maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention; I don’t know. "Next Movement" is a good sign, I think. Things have become too Puffified that it’s good to hear sample-free hip hop that fuses funk and R+B. Someone needs to revolutionize rap music.

Seven More Videos That Weren’t As Bad As The Rest

Fiona Apple – Fast As You Can
     Okay, so it grew on me. I originally dismissed this song, and I still have some qualms about the video (which comes to us by way of Boogie Nights auteur Paul Thomas Anderson), but it’s a pretty good package overall. At one point, she sticks a lit match in her mouth, closes it and withdraws the still smoking match stub. In future Fiona videos, we’ll also see her tie a cherry stem with her tongue. She knows why the caged bird sings.

Freestylers f/Definition of Sound – Here We Go
     This was the one legitimately good dance single of the summer, and it never took off like it should have. A cast of Calvin Klein ad rejects hangs out at the demolition derby, crashing spray-painted cars into each other as the performers hang out in a half-finished house. There are also a few Mad Max allusions thrown in. For what this is, a cross between "Amp" and dance club music, "Here We Go" is a damn cool video. 

Garbage – Special
     I have to apologize – I know it’s not cool to like Garbage anymore, but I still do. Here, Shirley Manson is stuck in a video game, where God knows the Koopas will surely kick her ass. She’s in a fighter jet, with the other band members in hot pursuit; they are out to get her because they’re jealous of her fame as Garbage frontwoman. And it seemed so much more subtle when No Doubt did it in the form of "Don’t Speak."

Lauryn Hill – Everything is Everything 
     I thought this would be The Single No One Remembers from The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. Clearly, I was wrong. The song is no catchier than most of the album tracks, but the video is high-concept. New York City is converted into a giant turntable that rotates around the Empire State Building. A giant needle cuts up the streets, and every once in awhile, a giant hand will descend and shake the entire city, producing a cosmic scratching sound as citizens collapse to the ground. I’m sure there is a huge thematic significance to this, like hip-hop comes from the city and the city comes from hip-hop, or that the DJ is God of the dance floor. Or maybe Lauryn Hill just does a lot of hallucinogens.

Ol’ Dirty Bastard – Got Your Money
     An absolutely hilarious video, apparently filmed without Dirty’s participation. His only appearances are in blatantly superimposed, unmatching head shots, and the rest of the video consists mainly of clips from the classic blaxploitation movie Dolemite (if you’ve never seen it, it’s worth tracking down a copy) with manipulated footage designed to disguise the fact that Dirty is at this moment locked up in drug rehab. From the album Nigga Please, naturally.

Santana f/Rob Thomas – Smooth
     I don’t care if the lead singer of Matchbox 20 is behind the vocals on this song, it’s pretty damn cool. Carlos Santana, who I imagine is pretty oblivious to what’s hot and what’s not right now, hides under his giant hat and sunglasses and steals the show from under Rob Thomas’ feet with some blazing guitar action. Sorry, I have to sound like Circus magazine every now and then. Also features the finest in Lenny Kravitz Heroin Models.

The Wiseguys – Ooh La La 
     I don’t know who The Wiseguys are but they turned out a hell of a fun four minutes with "Ooh La La." The song itself is an electronic dub groove that owes itself to both Jock James and Mexican lounge music. The video is full of Offspring fly girls who cat-dance on runways and play provocative flight attendants who patronize the passengers. It’s bizarre, it’s goofy and aside from a few perfunctory "AMP" airings, it never saw the light of day on MTV.

for the fourth year running…

God’s Property from Kirk Franklin’s Nu Nation with special guest Cheryl "Salt" James – Stomp
     God created Kirk Franklin sometime during the second day, along with all the other gaseous entities on the earth. Even God probably didn’t know what he was in for, a bellowing hip-hop "Gospocentric" preacher with a posse much larger than the Wu-Tang Clan’s. God’s Property extends across several rows of risers on a basketball court, singing the song’s chorus and being promptly drowned out by Franklin, who yells out lines like, "You can’t take my joy, Devil!" and "People, if you don’t mind, I feel like having a little church in here!" Midway through, he’s accompanied by Salt, who declares that the Lord is, "Twelve inches to a yard, and have you soundin’ like a retard." Franklin looks a little perplexed, for some reason. The "Stomp" video for me has always been a guilty pleasure, gospel with a tight beat, and one of the few Franklin songs I can sit through. The video is bright but nondescript and, I guess, the best thing you can say about it is it almost looks like it doesn’t belong on Z-Music.


1. LFO – Girl on TV
     Man, 1999 was so bad that these guys got TWO hits. From the title, you’d expect the poor man’s update to Duran Duran’s "Girls on Film." What you get is "Summer Girls" rewritten with even worse lyrics. Yes, it’s possible. The refrain, "Shoo-bee-doo-wop and Scooby Snacks / Met a fly girl and I can’t relax," is uttered more than once. The video for "Girl on TV" (does every song on their album have the word "girl" in the title?) is just plain hard to take, featuring the three LFO boys clowning around their spacious bachelor pad. Playing pool, watching TV, masturbating to the image of Jennifer Love Hewitt. She’s the "girl" in question, it seems, and she’s from the city of angels, like Bette Davis, James Dean and Gable. Beyond that, the video defies comment.

2. Jesse Camp – See You Around
     Kurt Loder introduces this video. Figures. He tells us ex-veejay Jesse and his band were expelled for failing to abide by the dress code, specifically the part that says students must wash their hair at least once a month. "See You Around" falls into that long-forgotten musical subgenre – the "I ain’t goin’ to school no more" video. So what does he do? He fucking goes to school, taunting the teacher, playing in the gym and skateboarding down the hall. How novelty is this? A few 3 a.m. airings to fulfill their contractual agreements and it was never seen on MTV again. You know, as a singer, Jesse is about as good as he is as a veejay. He barely squawks out his lines, his hair is a cross between Joan Jett and Coolio, and he half-talks. If this guy even sells one record, I’m retiring from my position as music consumer.

3. Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free (to wear sunscreen)
     This horrible, horrible package comes to us from the director of Romeo and Juliet, the Leo version. That makes sense. It was written by a newspaper columnist as a mock graduation speech. That makes sense. It was an Internet e-mail hoax disguised as a speech from Kurt Vonnegut. That makes sense. What doesn’t make sense to me is why anyone took this seriously. "Everybody’s Free" is a lame four-minute motivational speech about how we should appreciate our bodies, dance for fun and avoid beauty magazines because "they will only make you feel ugly." This ‘50s instruction film gone wrong was a hit at graduation time, and the video was all stock footage of city streets, happy families and clip-art graphics. I’ve got some advice, too: If you want to do spoken word music, either be amusing and angry like Henry Rollins or contemplative and emotional like the guy who bitched about Vietnam in "19." If you’re going to make a video, appear in it. Don’t rely on clip art. If you’re MTV, don’t put this shit in the Buzz Bin like it’s automatically too deep for us to understand. If you’re a music-loving layperson, don’t request songs like this. They smear the entire medium of music video. Baz Luhrmann, get your ass over to Shawn Mullins’ house so you can both talk about how you have everything figured out. Don’t bother us again. Who am I kidding? We know you won’t.

4. Alanis Morissette – So Pure
     Alanis was responsible for two of the worst videos of the year, this and the subtitle-happy "Unsent." With "So Pure," she passed the realm of ego and entered oblivious megalomania. She’s in Barbara Streisand territory now. She opens this usual ode to a complicated lover by noting, "You from New York, you are so relevant. You reduce me to cosmic tears." If a girl had written that in my high school yearbook, I would have smacked her, and I’m not a violent person by nature. "So Pure" makes history in the Alanis timeline by being her first choreographed video since her Canada teen-pop days. It’s appropriate, because her man-ranting this time almost merits a demented off-off-Broadway musical.* Alanis does tap dances, "Ray of Light" rave dances, chorus-line dances. Basically, it’s a four-minute version of a nightmare I frequently have when I eat too many sausages before bedtime. I never thought I’d say this, but I want the old Alanis back, and if it takes tasteless darts to destroy her megalomania, so be it. I still think there’s hope.
     * = I didn’t want to include it in the actual review, but "So Pure" furthers my Alanis as Movie Star theory, that Alanis is going to carry a horrific major motion picture sometime in the near future. This video places Alanis in different roles, showing her range of moods and wigs. It’s a virtual screen test for the bitch. Dogma finally came out last month, and I know some off-the-mark critic claimed Alanis’ dialoge-free performance as some kind of brilliant supporting-actress breakthrough.

5. Kevin Aviance – Rhythm Is My Bitch
     Videos like this make me wish Beavis and Butthead were still around. Kevin Aviance is an enormous black man in drag, part Deebo from Friday, part Grace Jones and part RuPaul. Shaved bald, slathered in gold lipstick and wearing gaudy genie earrings, he announces, "I am the dominator, you are the servant and the rhythm is my bitch," and unleashes four minutes of spoken-word techno terror upon the audience. All the while, he is surrounded by dancers who resemble Stephen Tyler and Mick Jagger in bad dresses. (Maybe they are Stephen Tyler and Mick Jagger – sobriety and old age can drive a rocker to inexplicable things.) Honestly, I thought crap like this went out with 2 Unlimited and Snap. This guy has to be British.

6. Mobb Deep – It’s Mine
     No, it’s not. It’s Brandy and Monica’s fucking song, and the dust has barely settled. Why the hell are you sampling it already? Mobb Deep changes "The Boy Is Mine" to a cry of "The life is mine." Whose life? From the look of this video, it’s Biggie Smalls’ life from 1997’s "Hypnotize." This is one of those videos full of helicopters, topped-off glasses of Cristal, giant medallions and dripping booties hoisted out of the pool in slow-motion. It’s bad, really bad, and it makes me wonder if any artist really can make a rap song out of any sample, no matter how dismal. James and I have been talking about releasing a copy of the Spin Doctors’ "Two Princes" with no alterations save our constant cries of "Ugh!" "Yeah yeah," and "Spin Doctaz, where you at?" It could be a hit; you know it could.

7. Ricky Martin – Shake Your Bon Bon
     No. I refuse to shake my bon bon for this talentless, hideously overexposed Menudo alumnus. Why is he still around? Why did Entertainment Weekly pick him as Entertainer of the Year? Why couldn’t "Livin’ La Vida Loca" be it for the poor bastard? It was more than he deserved to begin with. Nonetheless, the fact remains, we have to deal with this video, which offers us an inside first-look at what Ricky’s exciting Pepsi-sponsored world tour will be like for teenage girls and housewives everywhere. Well, he’s going to wear tight lyrca pants, there will be an endless series of girl dancers in boxes above the stage and, if we’re lucky, he’ll have to slip off of at least some of that intricate scaffolding. Also, "Live Cam 1" and "Live Cam 2" will record the action for the big video screens, for those people in the nosebleed sections. I can’t imagine a worse evening than being in the nosebleeds at a Ricky Martin concert, unless of course it’s sitting in front row of a Ricky Martin concert. (Sorry, had to steal that one.)

8. Backstreet Boys – Larger Than Life (extended video mix)
     "Larger Than Life" is set in 3000 AD, which is definitely wishful thinking on the part of the Backstreet Boys. We all know the actual expiration date on this can reads June 1, 2000. This video is a science-fiction odyssey that starts with a lengthy tracking shot of a spaceship, the director’s own homage to Spaceballs, ("The movie that changed my life.") Inside the ship lie Backstreet robots, dozens of them, and they’re all wearing yellow. They sing and dance in unison as the real Backstreet Boys steer fighter jets through the middle of deep space. The video tries for Star Wars and achieves Wing Commander, while the song has the drum track of "Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)," the keyboard interlude of "Baby One More Time" and the lyrics of a poem written by, oh, the rosy-cheeked fifth grade honor roll student of your choice. I despise this video not only because of the excruciating pain it causes, but because one fraction of the money they spent on this would pay my rent straight through to the year 3000.

9. Elton John and LeAnn Rimes – Written in the Stars
     In this early spring VH1 staple, Elton sings to his snow globe, which contains two miniature lovers who apparently have to break up. That would suck, too, because you’d still have to live in that snow globe with the girl, not to mention the fact that Elton won’t fucking stop singing to you. LeAnn holds another snow globe that contains a second set of star-crossed lovers. Whatever. This video sucks. I’m surprised this isn’t the theme song from Deep End of the Ocean or something. If someone was really immoral and enterprising, they’d put together a compilation of this stuff to sell on late-night TV ads. "Crappy Duets" would feature Elton John and LeAnn Rimes, R. Kelly and Celine Dion, Bryan Adams and Sporty Spice, as well as classics from Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes, Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes and the guy from Loverboy and Jennifer Warnes. God, maybe we could even get Jennifer Warnes to host the infomercial.

10. ‘N Sync f/Gloria Estefan – Music of My Heart
     God must have spent a little more time driving himself crazy. This is the third straight ‘N Sync ballad to grace the MTV airwaves, only distinguishable from the others in that it features Gloria Estefan. Last time she was granted a comeback, it was because she’d had a car accident. This time, it’s because someone covered "Get on Your Feet" in a Chevy commercial. It doesn’t take much these days. The video for "Music of My Heart" features the five ‘N Syncers standing around an empty stucco-covered high school, singing about all the inspiration Gloria gave them. (Even though I’m pretty sure the only advice Gloria gives aspiring artists is, "More conga drums. Use more conga drums. And always wear your seatbelt.") The video is beyond boring, cutting between the guys in an empty hallway to Gloria singing in front of a row of lockers to a bunch of kids sitting on wooden folding chairs. Surprisingly, only three of them are mugged for their lunch money.
100 More Videos That Were Almost As Bad As The Rest

  Bryan Adams and Mel. C – When You’re Gone
  Tori Amos – 1000 Oceans
  David Michael Anthony – Love Come Down
  Marc Anthony – I Need to Know
  B’witched – C’est La Vie
  Tal Bachman – She’s So High
  Backstreet Boys – I Want It That Way
  Bizzy Bone – Nobody Can Stop Me Now
  Blondie – Rapture / Maria / No Exit featuring Coolio
  Mariah Carey – Heartbreaker
  Mariah Carey f/Da Brat and Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott – Heartbreaker (remix)
  Mariah Carey f/Joe and 98º – Thank God I Found You
  Cher – Strong Enough
  Eric Clapton – Blue Eyes Blue
  Phil Collins – You’ll Be in My Heart
  Cranberries – Promises
  Def Leppard – Promises
  Destiny’s Child – Bug a Boo
  Celine Dion – That’s the Way It Is
  Divine – One More Try
  DMX – Slippin’
  Faith Evans – All Night Long
  Eve – Gotta Man
  Eve 6 – Open Road Song
  Five – Slam Dunk
  Warren G. f/Mack-10 – I Want It All
  Goo Goo Dolls – Black Balloon
  Geri Halliwell – Look At Me
  Harlem World f/Mase – I Really Like It
  Harvey Danger – Save it For Later
  Hole – Awful
  Hootie and the Blowfish - Only Lonely
  Hot Boys – We on Fire
  Enrique Iglesias – Bailamos
  Enrique Iglesias – Rhythm Divine
  Ja Rule – Holla Holla
  Jay-Z – Girl’s Best Friend
  Wyclef Jean f/Bono – New Day
  Jewel – Jupiter (Swallow the Moon)
  Kid Rock – Bawitdaba
  Jordan Knight – Give it to You
  Jordan Knight – I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man
  Kottonmouth Kings – Bump
  LFO – Summer Girls
  Lil’ Troy f/Yungstar, Fat Pat, Lil’ Will, Hawk and Big T – Wanna Be a Baller
  Limp Bizkit – Nookie
  Live – The Dolphins Cry
  Jennifer Lopez – Waiting For Tonight
  Joey McIntyre – I Love You Came Too Late
  Joey McIntyre – Stay the Same
  Brian McKnight – Back at One
  Madonna – Nothing Really Matters
  Ricky Martin – The Cup of Life
  Ricky Martin – She’s All I Ever Had
  Marilyn Manson – Astonishing Panorama of the End Times
  Marilyn Manson – Rock is Dead
  Mase f/Blackstreet – Get Ready
  Methods of Mayhem with Lil’ Kim, Fred Durst and George Clinton – Get Naked
  Alanis Morissette – Unsent
  Mystikal – It Ain’t My Fault 
  Nas f/Puff Daddy – Hate Me Now
  ‘N Sync – God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You
  ‘N Sync – I Drive Myself Crazy
  New Radicals – You Get What You Give
  98° – I Do (Cherish You)
  98º – This Gift
  Offspring – She’s Got Issues
  Orgy – Blue Monday
  Orgy – Stitches
  Outkast – Rosa Parks 
  Powerman 5000 – Nobody’s Real
  Puff Daddy f/Hurricane G – P.E. 2000
  Puff Daddy f/R. Kelly – Satisfy You
  R.E.M. – At My Most Beautiful
  R.E.M. – Electrolite
  R.E.M. – The Great Beyond
  Savage Garden – The Animal Song
  Savage Garden – I Knew I Loved You
  Shaggy – Hope
  Silkk the Shocker f/Mya – Somebody Like Me
  Silverchair – Ana’s Song
  Jessica Simpson – I Wanna Love You Forever
  Will Smith – Wild, Wild West
  Britney Spears – From the Bottom of My Broken Heart
  Britney Spears – Sometimes
  Britney Spears – (You Drive Me) Crazy
  Static X – Push It
  Sugar Ray – Every Morning
  Sugar Ray – Falls Apart
  Train – Meet Virginia
  Tyrese – Sweet Lady
  Uncle Sam – When I See You Smile
  Usher – Bedtime (live)
  Vengaboys – We Like to Party
  Vitamin C f/Lady Saw – Smile
  Robbie Williams – Angels
  Robbie Williams – Millennium
  Zen Mafia – California
  Rob Zombie – Superbeast (Girl on a Motorcycle Mix)

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