I actually watched the Grammy ® Awards from darned near cover to cover. I liked a lot of the live performances and could even tolerate Queen Latifah (nee Dana Owens). I have no problem with the Queen, but her hop scotching from street cred to parlor room acceptance is something to see. She can go from “Yo, yo yo with da homies” to round tabling at The Café Carlyle piano bar ala Bobby Short in one split second. That’s great marketing. Or at least a great attempt at same.
I liked the U2 performance (I was a lucky person who scored concert tickets) and even marveled at Marc Anthony’s voice as he duet-ed with J-Lo. Difficult to believe he played a thug in one of my favorite action films, “The Substitute.” My two big moments were Kanye West doing “Jesus Walks” and Stevie Wonder belting out three notes from “Isn’t She Lovely.” Damn, Little Stevie still has it.
By and large, the country stuff bored me, except the Southern Rock tribute that brought my wife to her feet, hopping and bopping in the kitchen. She lived in GA in the ‘70s and was lucky to be at the epicenter of the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Charlie Daniels, etc… BTW, where was Charlie and his fiddle made of gold? It was good to see Loretta Lynn, but in my mind’s eye, I imagine Sissy Spacek, the coal miner’s daughter, as Ms. Lynn. (From the movie of the same name).
The TV commercials weren’t very good, and I mostly left the room to see how many people STILL are coming to this site to see Nikki Capelli news. No, you will not find any nude pictures of her here. Just sarcasm.
