The Grammys have officially jumped the shark. They only nominate the elderly and infirm. The nominees are all mediocre and the winners are a joke. Did Jon Mayer just win a Grammy and the other nominees were James Taylor, Jason Mraz, NeYo, and Paul McCartney? So, first of all, none of these people made an album that I would listen to this year. I would rather listen to the Black Keys have a farting contest than be bludgeoned with this drivel.
Now, I know this type of music appeals to many of you so I apologize for your misfortune. But the category was Pop Vocalist. I tried to put my little finger through my ear drum but was unsuccessful...and now Gwyn Paltrow is on my television wearing...can someone help me here...what is that...Is she figure skating now...did she just come from a performance?...Oh...wait...gold at the end of the rainbow...Radiohead.
This is better but I must admit I thought Thom Yorke would be dead by now. People this strange usually find a way to die tragically/spectacularly. As much as i approve of this performance in many ways I am contractually bound to hate Radiohead because:
A - they are performing with the USC Marching Band. I hate USC so so so so so so so so much, and
B - Thom Yorke is wearing skinny denim.
So another injustice was just splashed across my screen. Bruce Sprinsteen is performing live in Austin but Kurt Cobain is still dead. There is not justice. By the way, Dave Grohl is still a better drummer than he is anything else.
Sam Jackson is real good. "Am I right...Damn right I'm right". For the record, I know exactly what it says about me, but I really like to listen to Timberlake. Now I will hang my head in shame. I give up and am looking for a place to curl up and die.
One last thought. The president of the recording academy is a zombie.
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