Nick Sylvester, once again making me confront how much I suck at music writing. Thanks, dude.
Alecia and I were watching the Grammies last night and, you know, I didn't see the whole thing, but I saw the "coming later, performances from etc." pre-we're-going-to-commercial announcements a thousand times, so I knew that the Red Hot Chili Peppers would hit the stage at some point. The Red Hot Chili Peppers? The Red Hot Chili Peppers are the recording industry's rock heavies in 2007? A sad, sad state of affairs, and the only conclusion I can draw there is that dudes must have sold like a kajillion copies of the 2-disc set Stadium Arcadium or something, which means - given Soundscan's effed up logic - they actually sold 2 kajillion copies and whoever put this show together figured they'd be the biggest draw for the slice of the audience who dig on the rockin' and the rollin'. The rest of rock's vanguard on hand to rep their set: John Mayer and a reunited Police? Yeah, I know.
Nothing else to really say about the show, except John Legend's a total dork, Corinne Bailey Rae can only get massively more popular than she is now, Prince is magnificent even when he's just announcing an award or introducing Beyonce, and as much as I support the Dixie Chicks, Natalie Maines' award-acceptance is just this side of demented (but wait, I think everybody there's drinking through the whole thing, right? That'd explain a heck of a lot.).
Of Montreal/Deerhoof
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Love is a Mixtape
No comments:
Post a Comment