No Grammy For Me

Well, perhaps my pop culture junkie card should be revoked.  I (we) chose not even to watch the Grammys last night -- or even record it on "back-up" TiVo.  I have felt increasingly out of touch with the music scene of late.  The signs have been there.  For instance, this weekend I caught part of the VH1 Top 20 Video Countdown and have to admit I was not aware of the artist or song on probably half of them.  Likewise, when the Grammy nominations were announced a few months ago - my reaction to Kanye West being the most nominated artist was... who??  Yes, I had never heard of the guy before. 

I don't know when or why this has happened.  We can still click on the 80s music channel on our cable line-up and I can play "name the tune" with scary recollection.  But I guess over time, "popular" music has moved into a direction that doesn't fit my tastes.  Though it could be that since I started working from home I am rarely in a car these days -- and the car radio is the most common place to be exposed to new music.

The morning after, I don't have any real regrets for missing the Grammys.  Ray Charles predictably swept the awards -- as with most award shows, "winning" has rarely anything to do with the nominated product.  Now don't get me wrong, I love me some Ray Charles (I don't hesitate to say -- and bring up at any given opportunity -- that actually seeing Charles sing "America The Beautiful" at the 2001 World Series is right up there among the great moments of my life) but he certainly would not have had the Grammy haul for this latest album if he was still with us. 

So what did we watch?  We kept to the "normal" Sunday night schedule of Arrested Development and Desperate Housewives.  Arrested had its usual raucous episode with the funniest moments being Tobias' endless riff of gay double entendres, while it was another stellar display of Bree quotables on Housewives.  The whole rough sex conversations betweeen Bree & Rex were a hoot!  From the "escape" words of "Boise" and "Palestine" to sending handcuff "once through the dishwasher" -- it was pretty darn classic.  A new gardener is on the way at the Solis household next week -- hopefully that'll lighten up Gabrielle a bit... she is back to being pretty darn unlikeable (again).

Comments

[Scott-O-Rama]

I never watch the Grammys. Even when I was more in touch with the current music scene, I never felt the Grammys truly recognized true artistic achievement. It seemed like whoever was hot at the moment was nominated. I guess I don't need some award show to tell me the "best" of something.