Shots Across The Bow

The Grammies

Ok, first a confession:

I haven't watched a full Grammy telecast since they gave Milli Vanilli the Grammy. They kinda lost credibility, don't you think?

Anyway, I flipped back and forth a couple of times, then watched the last half hour or so. Here's what I saw.

• Barry and Robin Gibb receiving their award and giving it to Maurice's son, Adam while Maurice's wife bawled. I got misty.
• Norah Jones sweeping New Artist, Best Record and Album of the Year, proving that you can succeed in music without being a a foul mouthed punk or a slut. Marshall, Christina and Brittany, are you paying attention?
• Aretha Franklin and Bonnie Riatt presenting an award. Aretha has grown in stature over the years, and Bonnie couldn't get in the same zipcode as the microphone. But when Aretha let out a couple bars of R-E-S-P-E-C-T, it just didn't matter. She's still the Queen of Soul.
• Eminem obviously reading the lyrics to his song "Lose Yourself." Last I checked, rap used to be improvised. I know hip hop has moved away from those roots, but still, when you perform on the Grammy's, it would be nice if you could remember the lyrics to your own freakin' song.
• Most of the awards are presented before the show, and read off right before a commercial break. Adding insult to injury, they screwed up the order on the last break, showing the wrong pictures as the announcer read out the awards.

I rpobably missed other high and low lights, but I'm sure you can read about them on other blogs.