ON NOT WATCHING THE GRAMMYS

Obviously I’m not watching the Grammys. What has become of the anarchic sweaty vision of rock and roll…?

Am I a fossil in a vase on Taylor Swift’s nightstand? Am I jealous or disgusted? Perhaps both.

That said…

I have always admired anyone who has the balls to create music and perform it publicly. It takes fool-hardy courage and commitment.

I remember being pelted with cans of Budweiser by fleshy quarterbacks for daring to wear a silver jumpsuit and playing caucasian glamour blues while touring the U.S. in the ’70s. I learned about judgement and envy.

God bless everyone who has a go! Art is subjective… enjoy everything, but most of all, enjoy each other.

 

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