Monday, February 14, 2005

Grammy voters have officially replaced the Red States as the worst voters in the country. Last night was a travesty. Ray Charles dies, and suddenly an album that is universally agreed to be mediocre at best is suddenly worthy of 8 awards? John Mayer wins the Songwriter award for "Daughters," a song that is basically a sappy version of "Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" aimed at pre-pubescent girls? Maroon 5 beats Kanye West and Joss Stone for Best New Artist, even though their album came out 2 1/2 years ago (and they are nowhere near as talented)? "Vertigo" beats "Walkie Talkie Man" for Best Video? Please. And the show itself was a trainwreck. With the exception of the Janis Joplin tribute, Alicia Keys, Green Day, and Kanye, the performances blew. Whose bright idea was it to cram as many performers as possible into single performances? The opening mash-up was painful, the "Across the Universe" rendition for Tsunami relief was a huge waste of talent, and don't even get me started on the country montage with pseudo-Lynyrd Skynyrd. Plus the lazy writing for Queen Latifah, which basically crammed song titles into a boring monologue in a failed attempt to be funny ("Don't be an American Idiot... make sure your Daughters are watching... so now Let's Get It Started... Yeah!"). Almost everyone involved should be ashamed.

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