There were many strange and confusing things about Sunday's MTV VMAs. The evening's events left the entire country with some serious head-scratchers: Who told Jared Leto that his sequined cape looked good? Did we hallucinate it or did Miley Cyrus end up with more clothes on than when she started singing? Did being "in space" make Katy Perry think these jokes were funny? On what planet is Ed Sheeran 'Artist of the Year' over Kendrick Lamar? How did Kendrick's ninja sidekick stay on (literal) fire for so damn long?
The biggest mystery of all though, had to be: What the hell is up with that Kyle dude?
It all happened so fast. I barely had a chance to wonder why someone would choose "Kyle" as a stage name and there he was: resplendent in lilac double denim and yellow One Stars, not unlike an 8-year-old girl's favorite outfit from 1991. It looked for a moment like Kyle might be a parody of a too-enthusiastic pop star, with a demeanor so sunny, it bordered on the obnoxious. It was almost impossible not to wonder: "Is this guy for real? Or is America getting Punk'd right now?"
MTV's live feed cut off Kyle halfway through his performance to go to commercial break. And my feelings of "Thank God that's over" rapidly transformed into "Uh-oh. I miss Kyle." Like a living Jackson 5 song, as soon as he was gone, I wanted him back. Never has an artist transformed feelings of confused revulsion into an overwhelming sense of pure joy, in such a short space of time.