The Grammys

I was in and out of the room but I did have the Grammys on the television. I have never really felt that the Grammys was anything more than an opportunity for the most popular performers to pat each other on the back for producing scads and scores of radio friendly unit shifters. The grammy is certainly no caliper for measuring artistic worth and never has been.

Bruce has never really been MY boss but Springsteen’s solo acoustic performance was pretty dynamic. I only caught a few seconds but sweat beads were poppin'and he was makin’ emotion wracked faces, looked like he was rockin’ out pretty good...oh and it was very nice to see Sir Paulie in fine hard rockin’ form on “Helter Skelter”. Thankfully, I missed his collaboration with Linkin Park and Jay-Z.

Fantasia dominated the Sly tribute until the man himself made an appearance. Well, I read that he showed up, I didn’t actually SEE him. I hate I missed Sly in his white mohawk but who could watch this whole thing, even if you had a stake in it?

In a galaxy spanning under statement, Bono, winner of a beer short of a six-pack of gramaphone replicas, jokes, "If you think this is going to go to our head, it's too late." Such modesty straight from his master’s voice.

The comeback kid, the wind called Mariah Carey, picked up three awards and this was considered a disappointment. Rolls eyes. Of course I didn’t see any of this.

It’s always nice to see artists like Alison Krause and John Prine take home some gold, not to mention David Bowie’s and Cream’s long overdue recognition, the lifetime achievement award.