Who decided Kid Rock should sing "That Old Black Magic" with Keely Smith (looking like an aging Olive Oyl at 60-something with her twenty-something black bob.) And who decided there should be a huge stupid modern dance/Cirque de Soleil interpretation of "A Day in the Life?" Fuck Me. What a nightmare THAT was. And who decided there should be a million pop-sellout commercials aired tonight, from Beyonce with her makeup contract to "Thriller" and Mary J. Blige doing car ads? WORSE than the Superbowl.
I liked the Foo Fighters.
I thought Tom Hanks was totally out of place, even as Old Guy honoring The Beatles and The Band. And what about Lopez? "I love America! The only place where a white woman and a black man can run for President of the United States!" Uh, right George. Cause it IS the United States. Idiot.
Whoops, here comes Alycia Keys. Looking sort Whitney Houston a la "The Bodyguard" in her silver spangles and slightly forced concert persona, preserving her voice tonight. She sounds better in a more intimate setting I think.
OK, what do I know about modern music? I can't even name a song by Amy Winehouse. But here comes Ringo Starr, because some marketing asshole has assured the producer of this year's Grammys that only old people watch this show, so even if all the winners will average 28 years in age, you need Ringo to assure us homebound white people that we still have relevance in the music economy.
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