Grammy Schmammy….
I watched the 51st Grammy Awards late last night. It really was a cringe-worthy affair. I jotted down some random thoughts on proceedings with the intention of putting a post together today. But fuck it, here are those very thoughts instead…
The new U2 song is really really pants. And there’s no saving it live. In fact it’s probably even worse live than on record. Oh dear.
They could well have jumped the shark those four Northside boys. Surely Adam and Larry are getting embarassed at this stage?
Why bother giving Whitney Houston a standing ovation? Fuck her. Mad cow.
Jennifer Hudson looks like she had an accident involving a photocopier.
Why is Morgan Freeman begloved on his left hand only?
Kid Rock is a cock.
Does Samuel L Jackson ever get sick of being Samuel L Jackson?
Shame Guantanamo Bay is being decommissioned. They could’ve forced inmates to listen to Miley Cyrus murdering some song about being fifteen. Eardrum massacre.
The Jonas Brothers are no longer virgins. They just gang raped Stevie Wonder. Ill-advised Stevie, ill-advised.
Katy Perry is neither raunchy or particularly sexy it must be said.
Coldplay really do look silly in those outfits. Enough lads, enough already. Still the Grammy’s could well be the point where they stepped out of U2’s shadow and left them for dead.
Lil Wayne looks like he had an accident involving a typewriter.
I didn’t know Blink 182 had split up. Nor did I care.
Radiohead are still geniuses. Great performance. Shame it’s lost on the Grammy folk.
The Grammy people sure do love the Dullsville affair that is Robert Plant and Alison Krauss.
The Kings of Leon look extremely bored.
Leona Lewis was born a man right?
Adele must be sick of that song. What’s it all about anyway? Chasing bleedin pavements.
Who is Justin Timberlake trying to kid sitting at that grand piano? C’mon JT, we’re not stupid.
Paul McCartney, fresh from selling out Buddy Holly, is really enjoying having his ass licked by Jack Black and Chris Martin.
The world is broken…
Mad Max & Dog
This morning I read a post by Darren over at the Mighty Pound. It’s a bit doom and gloom, which is fine, but it certainly provides food for thought. As does a particular comment by Jo which goes a little something like this….
We continue to work on ourselves and mastermind our own evolution…. I don’t think we’ve got much time left.
All of this set me thinking. About humanity. And, of all things, about our existence . You see I also just finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy which hasn’t helped. It’s a profoundly affecting yet miserable aul read. Stunningly savage and beautiful. It describes a journey taken by a father and his young son over a period of several months, across a post-apocalyptic landscape. Civilization has been wiped out and, apparently, most life on earth.The attention to detail and imagery evoked are remarkable. It sets you thinking. As does Darren’s post and Jo’s comment.
Plus yesterday I saw on the news that a Saudi oil tanker had been seized by Somali pirates off the coast of Kenya. Madness. “The world has never seen anything like this,” Andrew Mwangura, co-ordinator of the East African Seafarers’ Association, told Reuters. And according to FoxNews, Admiral Michael Mullen, the U.S.’ top military officer in the region said he was “stunned” by the reach of the Somali pirates. “I’m stunned by the range of it, less so than I am the size,” said Admiral Mullen. The pirates are “very good at what they do. They’re very well armed. Tactically, they are very good,” he said.
I wonder are we going to hell in a hand cart? I have visions of a Waterworld / Mad Max-type post-apocalyptic dystopia.
But I’m reminded of an Après Match sketch. The one with U2. “The world is broken. Bono make it better”. Have a look. To lighten the mood. Forget about post-apocalyptic dystopias and Somali pirates for a moment.
Farewell Ronnie Drew
I hear breaking news that Ronnie Drew has passed away. A true Dublin legend. May he rest in peace.
Image by Niall O Loughlin (c)
From a few months back here is The Late Late Show tribute to the great man. It features the Ballad of Ronnie Drew, including U2 and a motley crew of Irish singers and musicians, including the Dubliners.
