Thankfully Chez at DXM threw himself on the grenade and took in the telecast last night and was able to articulate what I've been thinking...
I haven't watched the Grammys in years and sitting through them last night I was reminded why.
On the whole, the show and the award-winners themselves were so spectacularly awful that this morning the entire experience comes back to me only in bits and pieces:• Will.I.Am dressed like Mr. Roboto
• Green Day losing the final vestige of whatever punk cred they had to begin with
• Miley Cyrus looking like she should be on the menu of an Eastern European mail order bride website
• Jamie Foxx assaulting the ears of America with an indecipherable cacophony while his sister, who has Down Syndrome and looks like Precious, flails around on the stage (proving that the man who coincidentally introduced Foxx, Robert Downey Jr., was right about the rule he set forth in Tropic Thunder)
• Celine Dion in 3D
• Taylor Swift not being able to sing on-key yet winning Album of the Year
• In a related item -- AUTO-TUNE
• The Grammys essentially becoming the CMT awards
• Kesha and Justin Bieber -- KESHA AND JUSTIN FUCKING BIEBER -- appearing together as a cold harbinger of what we can expect from next year's Grammys.
But ask anyone about the high point of the show last night and they're guaranteed to say one word: Pink.
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