I think it’s pretty interesting and maybe even telling that the only people still going on about the Grammys, at least in my feeds, are those who are against it and are so goddamn flabbergasted that the awards still exist while those who don’t take it too seriously, those who don’t see it as a threat to the existing musical flags they wave (whether it falls into what the Grammys celebrate or not), those who know that it is the record industry patting itself on the back but they aren’t really doing too well anyway so let them have their fun while they still can and while they’re at it, those who are sitting at the sidelines can participate to an extent while not losing sight at the frivolity of it all, have pretty much moved on.
I am watching the Grammy Nominations Concert (look, there isn’t a new episode of Revenge tonight) and it’s not insulting enough that a band with the name Lady Antebellum exists in 2011, they had to show us the terrible irony of a black woman saying their name on national TV.
It was pretty amazing. He played in an old church (which was by then a community center), two hour set each night, each set almost completely different save a few songs carried over each night. I remember how before the first show, I accidentally cut the line and wandered into the venue, where he was standing there, talking to a girl that just gave him a painting of himself (HE’S GOT FANS). Anyway, after she left, I went up to shake his hand and my legs were shaking. It was my first “starstruck” experience ever. Since then, I’ve interviewed him twice for various things and I’d like to think we’re pals (no).
Also, did you see the shirt of his that I bought a few months ago? It’s pretty… interesting. It’s a few pages back. Check it out if you haven’t.
Yeah, I was pretty upset that Vibe gave him a platform to spout his vile, uninformed thoughts on how hate speech is free speech (and also his vile, uninformed conspiracy theories but that ranks a bit lower than hate speech IMO) but then I looked at the sidebar to the right and their third most-read story is about whether Drake’s new album is “too-emo” for men because, you know, masculinity is masculinity and then I just went seinfeld dot gif forever.
What an aggravating human being.
(Note: When I say “white guilt”, I don’t mean to say that “white pride” is preferable, of course not, but I’m talking about the “white guilt” that manifests itself in his fetishization of some sort of “authentic” black experience that’s found only in his head. If there’s a better term for the above than “white guilt”, I’m all ears.)
So yesterday, I watched part of an episode of Dr. Drew’s Lifechangers (that’s a show that exists that I have now watched to some extent) that featured a panel of experts on various topics - so think Oprah’s experts, but probably even less qualified to dole out advice on what they supposedly know about - answering audience questions. One of the panelists was a veterinarian. Anyway, one audience member asked her why her dog kept on passing gas and she explained how saturated fats are responsible for flatulence in dogs and now I can’t stop thinking about how if you rearrange the letters in “saturated fats”, it becomes “faaaeurtttss” and oh shit, I forgot the “d”, forget this post exists, okay?
Insert post here about how if it was another band other than Fugazi that got on the NYT front page, the level of unbearable outrage there would be, and what that says about us, how myopic we are, etc.
That feeling when you don’t know if the Black Friday jokes (at least the ones unrelated to the pepper spray incident) about how those stupid poors are going to injure themselves have a whiff (so yeah, no pun intended) of casual classism to them or if you’re just being overly sensitive as the internet has trained you to call out everything for the slightest hint of offense but you do know they are very unfunny so take that shit elsewhere, most of all off my feeds, thank you.