Except for The Police and Shakira with Wyclef, the Grammys were kind of s-l-o-w.Â Very ballad-heavy performances (from what I saw) and except for a couple of funny speeches, it was a ho-hum spectacle.Â But, really what do you expect from an Awards show.Â Sure, they tried to inject some American Idol juice into the show by having a competition between three female vocalists who sounded pretty much the same.Â The prize?Â To sing with Justin Timberlake and not have a â€œwardrobe malfunction.â€ Prince was looking like Shelia E., and Mary J. Bligeâ€™s speech had to be a joke because if it wasnâ€™t, it sure is now. Oh and a big â€œha-haâ€ to the country music industry! Â Despite all their efforts to get the Dixie Chicks to shut up, they pretty much took home all the awards they were nominated for. So a big, fat redneck â€œYee Haw!â€ for my new girlfriends.Â Â Â
But back to Blige for a momentâ€¦
As I was listening to her, she mentioned God and Jesus a number of times, and after the third mention, I just wanted Jesus or God to come down, grab the Grammy and run around the stage chanting: â€œIâ€™m number one!Â Iâ€™m number one!â€Â But, that didnâ€™t happen, so I was basically bored.Â Â
I was, however, very stoked to see The Police play together again! It was really interesting (in a music geek sort of way) to see how they handled a 30 year old song with the collective chops they have accumulated in their post-Police career. I was watching Stewart play drums, and he added a lot of spice to the drum parts that gave the song a jazz quality.Â Overall, they looked like they were having a blast, and if their egos can play nice, we may get a reunion tour. But ifÂ you want to hear them rehearse for a club date (and possible tour), you can check out a live webcast at 11am (PST)/2pm (EST)Â HERE.
Despite the rather sleepy show, watching all those artists play made me more motivated to practice my drums and guitar!Â So see?Â Even though I was a bit snarky about the show, it had a personal side-effect that is pretty positive!
Thank you Jesus! And Godâ€¦and Jesusâ€¦Godâ€¦and my manager, Howie Epsteinâ€¦and Jesusâ€¦and, um, the teleprompter operatorâ€¦and (Cue blaring â€œGet off the freaking stageâ€ music here).