Grammys. One thing that makes me feel even more uncomfortably disconnected and psychotic are glitzy showbiz awards nights. Last night it was the Grammys, I caught the tail end of that bright, light entertainment comet on the morning after. There is of course some good stuff to celebrate, even a curmudgeon like me can appreciate that but...looking at the final awards lists, the dumb rappers in tuxedos, the old rocker's with fiercely died hair and the music establishment's worthies all on parade in the celeb news; it just looks all too strange and tacky and it's obsessed with the past (that sounds familiar). If you want to count me, count me out.
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