I Hate The Grammys
By: Connor Lenahan
Today I was going to write about the Grammys in detail and why they’re a joke. But I’m just not feeling getting furious again about the past. Last year I almost got violent over Mumford and Sons beating Frank Ocean for Album of the Year. Tonight I will get similarly furious when Macklemore beats out Kendrick Lamar and the wasn’t-nominated-yet-should-have-won-this-category Kanye West for Album of the Year.
The Grammys aren’t about rewarding artistic accomplishment any more. They’re about finding the supposed best music that is also the most publicly digestible. That’s what makes me mad. Masterpieces like FutureSex/LoveSounds and My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy aren’t even nominated for Album of the Year while Taylor Swift walks away with a little red wagon full of statuettes.
I feel myself getting angry again. I’m going to watch tonight’s ceremony in disgust as Yeezus and good kid, m.A.A.d city are overlooked for The Heist. I’ve given up all hope on the Grammys ever regaining respectability but that’s because they have too. Let them screw up categories and choices; they only make themselves into a bigger joke in the process.
My dream is for a truly respectable music awards show. But it may never happen. Or at least not this year. So for now I’ll have to deal with the outrage. At least I can enjoy Stevie Wonder & Daft Punk together, or Nine Inch Nails, Queens of the Stone Age and Foo Fighters together.
And should good kid, m.A.A.d city win tonight you can fully expect me to streak down Commonwealth Ave tomorrow. That’s a promise.
Connor Lenahan (@ConnorLenahan) is the founder and editor-in-chief of Connorlenahan.com. He is a freshman at Boston University, majoring in journalism. He can be emailed at email@example.com