I watched part of the Grammys last night. I used to watch it every year because, hell, they were awesome! Now? I watch to say “holy shit I recognized 5 names out of that list of 50.” But that’s fine. The one artist I like was there and did an outstanding performance: Eminem.
- That’s right, I like Eminem. I enjoy his music. Seriously! It’s great for working out (HAHAHAHAHAHAIhaven’tbeentothegyminmonths) and when I need to be engrossed in my work. I have never liked rap. I grew up in the birth of rap and the serious development of hip hop but didn’t not get rap. At all. Okay, Big Daddy Kane and Curtis Blow, sure. That’s more Hip Hop anyway. But the hardcore rap that emerged that all my friends were into? I didn’t relate to any of it. And really, they didn’t either (seriously, I did not know a single kid who grew up in the ghetto. shitty side of town but not the seriously shitty part). But I just didn’t like it. 2 Live Crew was all about nasty sex so yeah, as school kids that shit was the best evar! Then Eminem hit. I bought the Marshall Mathers LP…and it scared me. Really. I was deeply disturbed by “Kim”. I don’t think I had heard anyone so angry and bitter. Then after a while, I heard one of his radio songs and liked it. It was funny and there was something about his “flow“. It wasn’t just talking at that same steady slow beat that every other rapper used at the time (I’m hearing Li’l Wayne doing it to, but it’s not the same. it sounds forced). He uses syncopated rhythms, triplets, all kinds of nerdy music shit. And I love the fuck out of it. I get a tingle when I hear him do a long string of shit like that. Maybe because it takes talent and I can respect (real) talent. I dunno. But I like it. So I was a little crushed that he didn’t win Best Album. But on the flip side, I realize that I don’t give a fuck about how many awards an artist wins. If this is an artist I like and have liked in the past, I’m buying (Holy shit, yes. BUY. The PHYSICAL DISC no less) whatever they come out with until they get shitty of course.
- I am annoyed that I missed Lady Gaga’s performance. As much shit as people sling at her, I am strangely attracted to Poker Face, Fernando, Telephone and her Christmas song that I can’t remember the name of. From pictures, it looks like she’s the next incarnation of Madonna, particularly her Vogue phase. And she came out of an egg. An. Egg.
Are there really people out there that believe Justin fucking Bieber should have won Best New Artist? Really? Let it the fuck go, people. Ugh.