I don’t have much to say about last night’s Grammy Awards broadcast, namely because I didn’t see it. I’ve got a good excuse — my wife and I took my in-laws out to dinner to celebrate their 41st wedding anniversary. Otherwise, I probably would have turned it on, watched the Police perform “Roxanne,” bitched about them going with such a boring and obvious choice, and flipped over to Spike TV’s Tom Berenger “Sniper” marathon before I could catch a mistaken glimpse of the Real Hard Chili Poopers winning an award for furthering the cause of mediocrity.

I’m glad the music industry rewarded the Dixie Chicks for being martyred by the country music industrial complex, and I’m glad Ludacris and Mary J. Blige got some statues. But other than that, I haven’t given the Grammys much thought. I just don’t have any interest in having John Mayer, John Legend, Corinne Bailey effing Rae, Justin Timberlake, et al shoved down my throat as the best that modern music has to offer. True, the Grammys are better than they were, say, ten years ago or so, when they only ever reflected the tastes of anyone under 35 by freak accident. But even if they’re no longer the Oscars for the Adult Contemporary “soft-rock favorites” radio format, they’re still hardly anything to get excited about.

Sure, it’s cool when their contemporaries single out a band like Mastodon for recognition, but does anyone really believe the Grammys are the yardstick, the cream of the crop of popular music? Aside from those delusional souls who believe that Fantasia and Taylor Hicks really deserve to be pop superstars?

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