The Grammys, a postscript

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The Grammys have gotten a lot more entertaining since Twitter exploded. That’s about all I have to say about Sunday night’s audaciously crass events – kind of a Cirque du Soleil for the Wal-Mart crowd. The evening was much more entertaining in 140-character bursts than on screen, even if it meant finding out that I have friends who think “Use Somebody” is the Greatest Song of All Time. And adore Taylor Swift. Sigh. Call me a crank, and many do, but I am still in denial that I live in a world where the Black Eyed Peas win awards.

P.S.: Kudos to Silversun Pickups frontman Brian Aubert, who correctly predicted in a random conversation last week that the Zac Brown Band would win Best New Artist. You couldn’t find one in 10 people in Silver Lake who had ever heard of Zac Brown; my sister and her friends in Middle America love that band.

Other stuff I perused:
L.A. Times’ Ann Powers not very startling revelation that it’s not all about the music.
Interesting observations from Rawblog David
Glad Jon Pareles quoted Stephen Colbert.
Is there any way these people can be stopped?