I haven't watched the Grammys in 8 years. I figure I will, tonight. I'm looking forward to a number of the performances.
I'm re-done with this garbage. Ugh. What a horrible mistake, for me to watch that entire telecast. If it hadn't been nearly a decade, maybe I could've much more easily gone along with things, but because I'd let my defenses down, the entire production hit me like a bucket of Ice Age water, right in the face and balls. I just kept waiting and waiting (and waiting and waiting and waiting) for something to take away the pain, and while almost half of Radiohead and Neil Diamond did what they could at least to ease said pain, they hardly cured me. Jesus Fuck, do I hate these kinds of broadcasts.
And Jennifer Hudson trumps Raphael Saadiq for R&B Album of the Year, because her family member got murdered? Come the fuck on. Ridiculous. And then there was the Album of the Year deal, and I figured that at least Radiohead might finally get some props. Of course, that didn't work out, either. I love me some T-Bone Burnett, sure, but crazy's crazy. And them shits...? They was crazy.
I'm not at all criticizing anybody for watching or enjoying, mind you. I'm just stating that it was hell on earth, for me. If I hadn't've been at a get-together with friends, I would've turned them shits off after 15 minutes and just relied on YouTube.
Never again. Never again. Never again.