One Last Whack At The Grammy Awards
I planned to let
the Grammys slide this year. After all, the show has become – or always
has been, really – an overblown celebration of unabashed mediocrity. When
people, including my mother, suggest that I should tune in because I’m a music
critic, I want to spoon their brains out with a melon baller.
Not even Lil
Wayne’s gaining exalted Grammy status drove me over the immediate edge, and I
hate that dude. It’s Thursday already, and, with the exception of the woman who
I verbally assaulted on the Orange Line for singing Alison Krauss out loud, I
haven’t said a damn thing.
But I can’t help
it anymore. This morning I read a list of the senseless collaborations that
went down Sunday night, and I’m disgusted. In order to ease some pain, I’m
assigning band names for these ungodly conglomerates. Of course, you should
feel more than free to relieve yourself as well down in the comments section.
This exercise
won’t change anything; this year’s awards gained two million new viewers, so my
hypothesis about the Internet turning more heads towards interesting and
eclectic music was clearly way off. This is for those of you whose blood also fizzes
every year around Grammy time, but who keep silent to avoid sounding like
complete snobs. Like Jim “The Hammer” Shapiro – I’m your S.O.B.
Taylor Swift +
Miley Cyrus = Vision of Eating Disorders
Radiohead + the University of Southern California marching band = Fellatiohead
The Jonas
Brothers + Stevie Wonder = The Blindstreet Boys
Duke Fakir (of
the Four Tops) + Ne-Yo + Smokey Robinson + Jamie Foxx = Four Generations of
Vapid Black Pop Fare
Kanye West +
Estelle = Hymen and Mooseknuckle
Dave Grohl + Sir
Paul McCartney = The Shitty Beatles
Al Green +
Justin Timberlake + Boyz II Men + Keith Urban = The Poo-Tang Clan
Buddy Guy + John
Mayer + B.B. King = OREO Speedwagon
Coldplay + Jay-Z
= Ice Coldplay
Alison Krauss +
Robert Plant = Limp Triscuit