quick impressions for as long as i can stomach the show.
Prince opening the show, with "purple rain", was classic. bringing Beyonce on was kind of a good idea but she's way overexposed and the vocal summersaults and bad hair don't help much. i loved Prince's guitar work.
surprise of the night for me - Quentin Tarantino comes on as an announcer! (btw, i can't wait for The Aviator to come out so we can finally safely watch an awards show without having Gwen go up to announce awards. is that the same outfit she's been wearing for the past four months??) huge geeky props to Quentin for his "hey beyonce, come on down!". lmao.
how come the Grammies have incredibly cool live performances now but they still nominate people like Sting and Aerosmith? gotta open up your ears, there's other music being made out there (and i'm not talking experimental shit, just in "pop", the only nominees that made sense were Fountains of Wayne).
they should've let the New Beatles go on for a song or two more. and Pharrell on drums?? fuck yeah. the Grammies rule for that one.
The White Stripes do "seven nation army". again. but then segue into a song i don't remember ever hearing (haven't listened to Elephant as much as i'd liked). Meg has never looked as stunning as this, with that amazing black bustier. wow. and Jack fucking rocks!! rock on, folks. these are The White Stripes.
Christina -- thanks for screwing up my favorite song of yours, "beautiful". the deconstruction thing was an abysmal idea. fuck your technique. stop showing off. we know you can sing; you would've won way more fans had you sung it like Linda Perry showed you to.
Outkast wins for best rap album (fucked up Grammy nomination rules: i'm pretty goddamn sure Under Construction and Phrenology both came out in 2002). after about a minute of a camera frantically looking down the aisle, Andre comes out (probably from backstage), takes the mic, says 'thank you' and leaves :) now that's a classic moment.
Justin wins. i didn't catch the category but "cry me a river" is playing. it's the bestest moment of his life. ever. serious. oh well. he's supposed to be playing "senorita" with Arturo Sandoval later on (btw, how come we saw clips of these performances at the start of the show??? didn't we? isn't the show only five seconds off?).
Celine, stop it.
i was seriously prepared to listen through her tribute song to Luther because i thought the song, about his father, could have some resonance in me. but damn if the woman's singing doesn't recall every fucking song she ever did ever since Titanic. and you were upstaged by a twentysomething who seemed to be singing a bit too low at times. that girl at more soul than you, the apparent veteran.
9:04 pm -- i'm turning it off.
9:15 pm -- Christina, your fake tits are coming out of your dress. you won for "beautiful". nice. she thanked Linda. nicely done.
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