Grammy Lamenting Is Getting Old

The Grammy Award nominations came out. All your top selling music artists are up for most of the awards. Beyonce, Kanye, Bieber, the usual suspects. The pretend game that major award shows in any entertainment format honor the highest quality in the medium has been going on for forever. The Grammy’s in particular were one of the last holdouts, routinely doling out major awards to geriatric rock bands while everybody demographically relevant to advertisers tuned out. You can only watch Dead Dick Clark rake on the American Music Awards for so long before begging Drake to throw some peace signs out on your stage as well.

Jaded award show nominations allows music snobs, among the most self-unaware assholes on the planet, to regurgitate slams on mainstream commercial culture. Thanks for letting us know that Bowie’s final album is eight million point four times more deserving of album of the year than Just Bieber’s Purpose. Any views on how to rank Mozart versus Ariana Grande in the field of musical arrangements? Hipster bones have to be made in some fashion other than criticizing primetime network television or the consumer habits of girls awaiting their first menstrual cycle.

There are an unlimited number of indie music outlets offering up far more arcane end of year tributes. Hit their comments section and demand more singer-songwriter acoustic guitarists with emotional ballads to carbon neutral living. Vegans with gauged lobes need their due. That’s not rain, it’s Bon Scott crying from heaven. It might be piss.