You call that a "hip-hop summit", Grammys? There was no discussion of foreign policy, the environment, or even any trade agreements. That is no way to run a summit, in our opinion.
This was my first time ever watching the Grammys and while I would normally leave the post-game discussions to someone like Beckeye, she appears to have passed this one by. So it's up to me to say that the Radiohead/USC Trojan Marching Band performance of 15 Step was solid and inspired. The band nerds did a great job of filling in for Colin, Ed, and Phil and I loved how they all wore Radiohead tees. Plus they got to do the YAY! part. Tom had on his nifty new little jacket and newly flowing locks, which took on a life of their own during the twitchy dancing.
I had to sit through 3 hours of Grammys first, which came close to killing me, but there were a few noteworthy moments:
Hugely preggers M.I.A. was fierce. I actually saw her being interviewed by the ET Canada lightweights on the red carpet and when she was breathlessly asked "what are you hoping for tonight", she immediately lashed out "that they will stop killing each other in Sri Lanka!" To which the interviewer gave a very lame, "oh that's a good answer."
I am confused as to why the perennially-bloated U2 performed the opening number when they weren't even nominated for anything, and even more confused why the less-than-profound lyrics were projected onto a screen behind Bono's gyrations.
The world has seen more than enough of Katy Perry and that song, although the banana elevator was pretty cool. We suspect that Phil Selway fell victim to a prank pulled by his bandmates who lured him inside to have a look and then locked him inside said banana elevator for the duration of the ceremonies. By the way the rest of Radiohead was huddled near the back of the auditorium, you just knew that they were hoping that nobody would question them about Phil's absent.
Al Green and Justin Timberlake did a great job on their duet.
Kid Rock is still disgusting even when he is not wearing a wife-beater.
Sugarland bugs the shit out of me and I cannot stand that woman's voice or her weird singing face.
You have to wonder what Chris Martin was thinking when his wife had a mini orgasm while announcing Radiohead. But then again, Coldplay took home all the hardware, so I guess Gwenyth and Chris both have things to fantasize about during post-Grammy sex.
Way too many Jonases. Also McCartneys.
This was the only reason to watch the Grammys: