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Oh, the vicissitudes of life. One moment you're cresting the curling ocean blue, the next you're crashing down on the stinky kelp-ridden sand, whatever. I think every emotion (with the exception of obsequiously unamused) played out last night during the Grammy Awards. Here's a quick recap:
I couldn't believe that Evgeny Kissin's Scriabin, Medtner, Stravinsky beat out Chopin: Études, Op. 10, Barcarolle, Op. 60, Son. No.2 by Nelson Freire for best Instrumental Soloist Performance, but I guess that's why they actually have the ceremony. If you can think of a bigger upset from last night, text page me.
Next, we had the oft-intriguing "Best Surround Sound Album" award. This one was way up the air, but I had my money on Mussorgsky/Stokowski: Pictures At An Exhibition - Boris Godunov. But whaddya know, they gave it to Dire Fucking Straits (actually the band's real name is Dire Straits) for Brothers In Arms - 20th Anniversary Edition. Now, I remember my brother getting stoned to this album back in 1985, and I'll bet it sounded a lot better to him then than the "surround sound" version sounds now.
It wasn't the year for the Del Sinchak Band in the Best Polka Album category, even with the tight Polka Pizzazz album. Arguments broke out in my apartment when the emcee announced that Jimmy Sturr and His Orchestra won for Shake, Rattle, and Polka! (an album title that's also a devilishly clever play on words). CBS's 7-second delay couldn't catch Del shouting "Kurwa mac!" when the winner was announced, providing the evening's sauciest moment (sorry, Teri Hatcher, attention snatcher).
Senator Barack Obama made a bit of a statement with his Grammy win for Best Spoken Word Album, Dreams From My Father. Senator John McCain, incidentally has zero Grammy wins for Best Spoken Word Album, and I think that pretty much makes him Obama's honeybitch. (Actually, they made up already, the jerks.)
I was a bit pissed that Larry the Cable Guy didn't win for The Right to Bare Arms (a viciously funny comedy album title), but I was glad that the newest member of the G9, Bono, finally got some propzz. Finally! But I was dismayed that the Rolling Stones, who at this point can probably produce a rolling stone on the spot by shitting one into your hand, did not win Rock Album of the Year.
All in all, it was one proper evening. Right proper.
I couldn't believe that Evgeny Kissin's Scriabin, Medtner, Stravinsky beat out Chopin: Études, Op. 10, Barcarolle, Op. 60, Son. No.2 by Nelson Freire for best Instrumental Soloist Performance, but I guess that's why they actually have the ceremony. If you can think of a bigger upset from last night, text page me.
Next, we had the oft-intriguing "Best Surround Sound Album" award. This one was way up the air, but I had my money on Mussorgsky/Stokowski: Pictures At An Exhibition - Boris Godunov. But whaddya know, they gave it to Dire Fucking Straits (actually the band's real name is Dire Straits) for Brothers In Arms - 20th Anniversary Edition. Now, I remember my brother getting stoned to this album back in 1985, and I'll bet it sounded a lot better to him then than the "surround sound" version sounds now.
It wasn't the year for the Del Sinchak Band in the Best Polka Album category, even with the tight Polka Pizzazz album. Arguments broke out in my apartment when the emcee announced that Jimmy Sturr and His Orchestra won for Shake, Rattle, and Polka! (an album title that's also a devilishly clever play on words). CBS's 7-second delay couldn't catch Del shouting "Kurwa mac!" when the winner was announced, providing the evening's sauciest moment (sorry, Teri Hatcher, attention snatcher).
Senator Barack Obama made a bit of a statement with his Grammy win for Best Spoken Word Album, Dreams From My Father. Senator John McCain, incidentally has zero Grammy wins for Best Spoken Word Album, and I think that pretty much makes him Obama's honeybitch. (Actually, they made up already, the jerks.)
I was a bit pissed that Larry the Cable Guy didn't win for The Right to Bare Arms (a viciously funny comedy album title), but I was glad that the newest member of the G9, Bono, finally got some propzz. Finally! But I was dismayed that the Rolling Stones, who at this point can probably produce a rolling stone on the spot by shitting one into your hand, did not win Rock Album of the Year.
All in all, it was one proper evening. Right proper.
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