Ah, yes: Pink's one redeeming moment. Her best songs tend to be about either parties or domestic violence; her worst are about either politics or how she doesn't give a fuck. (Unfortunately, she has a great deal of songs about the latter, none of which I give a fuck about.) But "Get This Party Started" closed her set with Cirque du Soleil trapeze twirling high above the stage, but actually involving Pink, not just her previously hapless backup dancers. Like, lookitthe third-tier pop star twirling on a few scarves several hundred feet from the Madison Square Garden floor. Bitchin'. This does not strike me as the sort of thing one studies as a casual hobby; it's the equivalent of the Knicks busting out live instruments during the fourth quarter and roaring through "Uncle John's Band" or something. A few more surprises like that and Pink may one day reclaim the hearts of blopists everywhere.