grammy necrophilia

I swear I love Ray Charles, but I've half a mind to start seeking out somewhat faded stars in really poor health and convincing them to work with me.

What a downer it has to be for Los Lonely Boys, Green Day and the like... to have your one moment in the sun and lose any chance at that singular moment of recognition. Sure, I know that winning a grammy shouldn't be one's reason for making music, but, damnit, if you write a song and, in spite of everything that's against you, a couple million people like it, you should have a fair chance at standing up on national tv and thanking your piano teacher.

I feel just as sorry for Franz Ferdinand and The Killers lack of a shot because a bunch of 50- and 60-something voters looked at the ballot and only knew U2.

The worst thing is that I only saw the last hour or so, meaning I mainly saw the fucked up top awards (did get to see Loretta and Jack accept, though, which was sweet) and that worthless car crash that attempted to pass as "Across the Universe" (Think they'd have screwed with the lyrics if Paul had written it? No, 'cause he's still alive to sue 'em!). Oh, guess I did see a few others, but I'm guessing the monitoring was messed up, 'cause nobody could sing in tune. Even the usually electrifying Usher was strangely so-so.

On the bright side, Motörhead, Wilco, Britney Spears, Loretta Lynn, Bill Clinton, and Jon Stewart did win. Los Lonely Boys (I'm not really nuts about the song, but I'm a big fan of the underdog) and Green Day at least got some lesser awards, and Brian Wilson finally got a statue. Oh, yeah, the Garden State soundtrack got one as well.

Hopefully everybody else is just in it to get laid.