Having not yet read the recent lister reviews of last night's Grammy's, I was busy penning the following report to my niece:
Watched the Grammys last night. Who the hell are those people and what do they have to do with music?? I was embarrassed for the likes of Elvis Costello who had to present with Diana Krall (well, okay, at least she has talent) and I don't know who else. The thought of that genius of a musician/songwriter having to endure the load of crap presented and awarded is just shameful. U2 is fine, but I don't see the genius. I think they write those pop songs in about 15 minutes and a lot of it is just repetitious crap. Joni was given a lifetime achievement award along with Count Basie, Perry Como, Rosemary Clooney and some others. It boiled down to a 20-second video clip per artist. Your basic, okay, you've had your day in the sun, you're old -- or dead -- now move along so we can get some new blood in. Sigh. Man, I'm gettin' old! I kept saying, 'bring out the old people; at least I understand what they're doing!' So enjoyed the black guy wearing a pink silk-type suit and a long blonde wig. Very fetching. And he won a Grammy, whoever he was. Sooo deserved it! I think Joan Rivers must take to her bed with cold compresses on her head after hosting one of those gigs. So basically I agreed with Bob Mueller to the T (not an uncommon occurrence, being the astute observer and witty writer that he is). And, Bob, what is the meaning of your NP line: <NP: Neil Finn, Roddy Frame, Graham Gouldman, "Heart Full of Soul" (now THIS rocks!)> You may recall I am an avid fan of Mr. Finn's and would love to hear what juicy little tidbit you've referred to. Your ever-Joni-lovin' pal, Lindsay P.S. Saw a slogan on a T-shirt today in the mall, something like 'you can't spell crap without rap.' Please excuse my smirk.
