Awards Show Addict

Oh, I do love the awards shows! From the People's Choice all the way through to the Oscars, I'm there, starting with the red carpet extravaganza. I love to see the stars strut their stuff, which can't be easy for the women in their four-inch heels. I want to hear who they're wearing, too, although I admit I have never seen another person hanging off any of their shoulders.




So, I watched the Grammys last night and even though I only recognized three names, I soldiered on to the bitter end. It was pretty entertaining, for a bunch of strangers.


Every year, I have a recurring memory that appears like the ghost of Grammys past, of the night that Gary Shandling hosted the show. He announced the Red Hot Chile Peppers and I hope you saw the stunned expression on his face when he beheld their attire, or lack thereof. He recovered quickly, looked into the camera and said, "Don't look, Mom!" I don't think he ever hosted again. What a shame.


As usual Ryan Seacrest was doing the honors on the red carpet, and at one point he came back from commercial with some Breaking Gossip. Seems that the night before, at Clive Owens' Grammy party, Chris Brown and an "unnamed woman" were in an altercation. A few moments later, he anounced that Rihanna would not be performing. Also, Chris Brown wouldn't be there, either. So much for not naming the woman. Shucks! I was looking forward to seeing them perform, whoever they are. Now, I'm curious. Do you think Rihanna has bruises that show? How about Chris? Does he have some scratch marks down his face? Details, I want details!


There was a rather, um, uncomfortable moment when very, very pregnant M.I.A. (don't ask) bounced onto the stage and performed with four popular rappers, whose names I couldn't possibly be expected to know, pronounce or remember. M.I.A.'s "maternity dress" was quite indescribable, other than to say she looked like a Weeble with legs. Today was her due date, also. Who says there's no drama at the Grammy's? 'Nuff said.


I must say, Paul McCartney and Neil Diamond made the whole evening worthwhile, but why on earth were they limited to only one song? Seems to me the occasion called for medleys. I also enjoyed Allison Kraus and Led Zeppelin's Robert Plant. They won the Grammy for "Best Album".


In conclusion I would like to reiterate what I have iterated so many times in the past few years: Rap. Is. Not. Music.


Stay tuned.