We watched the grammy's the other night. I haven't watched them in years, but just like everyone else and their dog, I wanted to see Adele perform. So we had it on in the background while playing scrabble Sunday night. We got to see Justin Vernon awkwardly accepting and dissing his grammy win (Best New Artist? The band has been around for years!) and thinking that almost everyone watching probably thinks he IS Bon Iver, not that it's actually a band. Okay...off my "I saw them years before you heard of them" rag....
As the show got later in the night, it got weirder. It's like the Grammy people knew that the later it got, the old people would slowly get up and go to bed so they didn't have to worry about making them happy with Bruce Springsteen or the Beach Boys anymore. Now, don't get me wrong, I love me some Kelly Clarkson and some pretty bad music...but WHAT IN THE HELL was up with that weird mouse shit with the lights and Nicky Minaj? Seriously? That's music? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!? I'm sorry, it's not. As I sat there, watching both of those...let's call them performers....I literally said out loud "Is this supposed to be music? Oh my god, it's awful!"
I think it has less to do with my taste in music as my age. The only thing I could have said after that would be "In my day, we had jam bands that played violin for 28 minutes..."
Ugh. I'll take Adele and Bon Iver any day over that shit. I don't care how old I am.
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