What’s up with JayZ? Okay, so I maybe not the hippest person (does that already make me not cool...I know, if I have to ask...) but I do know who JayZ is. Beyoncé’s husband. I can thank the show Sixty-Minutes for that nugget. Thanks. I get that she’s a nice lady (28 sheesh) and she doesn’t like to speak about her relationship with her husband. Shhhhhh, it’s JayZ.
Here I sit watching/listening to the Grammy Awards. I remember a few years ago watching them and I didn’t know any of the winning songs, and gasp...none of the artists. I turned the channel in disgust, well I didn’t, my husband was pretty much tone deaf, but he never listened to music so I knew he only watched for me and the scantily clad singing stars.
I think it was in this moment I decided I had become my parents; only interested in the music they grew up with. Major “ick” factor set in. I know I said I would never become my parents, and I meant it, but hey, it kinda sneaks up on you. (And it will I can promise you.)
I searched ...wait, WTF...Beyoncé just came onstage singing, and she grabbed her crotch...on tv.
Beyonçe after the crotch-grab
photo: Kravitz/Film Magic
Why? Am I shocked, no...but what the hell has a woman grabbing your crotch on tv got to do with you singing? (Sorry, but it must be influenced by the men...even though Rosanne Barr first did it. There I go dating myself again.) Anyway, I searched XM-Radio for more than my normal listening pleasure of 60’s and 70’s music until I found the Top Twenty. Thus began my education in preparation for this night.
I began listening to what was popular now. What a concept. I found out about the Kings of Leon, Nickelback, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé (okay I knew her), Pink, Taylor Swift, and so many more I am too lazy to walk over and look at my iPod to see who sang it. So sue me. Anyway, I rock out every day and what I discovered is the more things change, the more they stay the same. You see in my day, I heard the same songs over and over until I could sing those songs...yeah well guess what? Its the same exact thing going on now. Mind you I wasn’t listening to RAP, but the Pop Top 20, of which most of the winners came from last night.
I can sing along with “Halo” by Beyoncé, “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga, and “Last Day” by Nickleback....wahoo. I got the jokes John Cobert made, even if some were lost on the intended recipients (JayZ ahem...but you did loosen up a tad on the next one). Good work winning "Best Comedy Album"...I didn't even realize they still did albums...who knew? (Bet you can only get it on CD's though.)
I watched the entire show last night, and though I was not shocked by anything (it was on CBS network standards...ugh) I did hear the annoying dead space where they edited out some words when Lil Wayne, Eminem, Drake and Travis Barker (didn’t know those last two though but I will find out) sang er-r-r rapped “Drop the World” and “Forever”. The FCC is uptight about the wrong things. Nobody would have understood those bleeped words, unless they had heard those songs enough to decipher them. Just saying...
Lady Gaga and Elton was an inspired duo, wish I could have said the same about Taylor and Stevie Nicks. Jaime Foxx is getting so weird to me. I heard enough of his song “Blame it on the Alcohol” to last me six lifetimes, so at least he didn’t sing it last night.
Best short video went to the Blackeyed Peas for, "Boom-Boom Pow", which I may just have to appropriate to a cartoon, since it does sound like one already.
Best Soundtrack went to "Slumdog Millionaire'? Gawd, it seems like it is older than would qualify to make it...in fact once you hear all of this music enough to memorize it, kinda makes them passé to me.
That the record of the year was “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon was absolutely no surprise to me, it is one hellava great song...one I have been rocking out to for a year! I just didn’t realize the band were brothers. Duh.
That 3-D performance using Michael Jackson footage from what would have been his London Concert was weird...because I didn’t have the glasses, didn’t know I’d need them and so everything had this fuzzy, rainbow around it. Apparently the audience was too cool to wear them even when prompted...except for Beyoncé and those immediately surrounding her. Yawn.
I swear Nichole Kidman is not looking like herself these days either. It’s weird seeing her there, even if she is married to Keith Urban. It’s just plain weird seeing her period. Congratulations Keith on your win.
Okay, is Prince Jackson the one they call “Blanket”? I think he is the third of Michael’s children, but don’t quote me on it. His daughter Paris is a stunner, but dressing like dad was odd. She didn’t make sense of her sentence or two either, but hey, no complaint here. They are just children.
I guess I’m in for another year of listening and learning the words to even more songs so I may fully participate in the Grammy Awards again next year. I may even include a fashion review. Hah!
May the tunes be as easily adapted by me to become my “G-Old Standards” on my iPod over the next year. I’m just not ready for the “E-Z Listening channels” yet...don’t hate me because I’m hip...or fly...or bad...okay maybe for being bad.