|A Proud Moment in the War Against Bullshit|
If the Grammys are fundamentally flawed, rather than merely a coincidental series of individual instances of collective idiocy (I'm well aware that what I want the Grammys to be can be different than what the RIAA wants them to be, and only one of us matters, but go with me here), it won't do to go storming the stage and interrupting Taylor Swift over and over, year after year (not that it wouldn't please a few of us to see that happen). Why bother erupting each year into a tizzy about the nomination outrage de l'année and missing the other 99% of the entire, stuffed-to-the-brim kudosfest (even after significant restructuring prior to this year's ceremony, 78 Grammy Awards will be given this year. That's a lot of nominees from a lot of very different genres and segments of the industry)? Rather, accept that there will probably always be a Teenage Dream or a Loud mucking up the credibility of "Album of the Year," and Britney Spears and Ke$ha will probably always get criminally snubbed as a rule.
|So I lost Album/Year to Herbie Hancock... which album do you still remember?|
|Steely Dan, winner of the 2000for the Grammy Award for "Not Being Eminem"|
|And now for some cleansing Katy Perry Breast Pyrotechnics|
Now that it's off my chest I am ready to rock this year's Grammy Awards with you all. If you might possibly consider watching this year's Grammy Awards on February 12 and would like to enjoy the intoxicating feeling of knowing a hell of a lot more about what's going on than anyone else watching with you (we all have a bit of hipster in us), stick around over the next couple weeks and see what you - we - can learn about this (tragically Britney-free) circus.