Pulp Lizard

   Hey did anyone watch the Grammys?  I did because I was too sick to do anything else.  But I guess it wasn’t as bad as this year’s Golden Globes, eh?

I am glad Amy Winehouse won.  I hope she decides to go back to rehab, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah.  Meanwhile, she looks terrible—a cross between Jaq the skeleton from the Beatlejuice cartoon and a bulimic drag queen.  How the hell can she hold her head up with that hair?  Is she deliberately throwing an aberrant style to distract us from her Ella-like voice?  And I just had to laugh when she dedicated her award to her loser husband Blake.  Here’s a tip honey, dump the guy; you know he’s no good!

And thus my bitching begins.  Although the Grammy’s are less political than the Oscars, I would like to present Exhibit “A”  . . . Kanye West winning four and still pouting that he didn’t win ‘Best Album’.  I know, I know, he sent a shout out to his mother, but that doesn’t make his album any better.  It’s okay Timbaland, there is always next year.  I’ll be in line for that Madonna album you’re producing!

Exhibit “B”—Barack Obama wins a Grammy for his spoken word album, The Audacity of Hope.  Poor Hillary must be lamenting the days she was the Hollywood sweetheart.

Some of my favorite performances, besides Winehouse, were Tina (but sans Beyonce), Foo Fighters and Alicia Keys with John Mayer.  And what could top Herbie Hancock (?)  winning ‘Best Album of the Year’?

Really folks, I am usually not very enthused when it comes to award shows, only because I never get invited.