I made it through the first seventeen minutes of the Grammy Awards before I went upstairs to where the kids hang out and watched a couple episodes of The Wire, Season Five on DVD. My wife was doing work in front of the downstairs television so she kept the show on, and I caught or heard a few snippets like the Beach Boy's reunion, Glen Campbell's thing and Jennifer Hudson's tribute. From what I saw, it pretty much lived up to my expectations. And while you might take that as being smug or critical, this time it's not meant that way. It was what it is and we move forward. 

Back in the early nineties I was offered the opportunity to attend the Grammy show on a few occasions, but I always declined. I did go to one of those swank post-Grammy parties and got there a little too early along with Jason Alexander, and we both looked uncomfortable in our rented tuxedos. It was probably the second or third season of Seinfeld and was still quite not the hit show yet, and I'm sure he was there because an agent or publicist wrangled him an invite and said it would be "good for his career". Yet here we stood together in the corner of a downtown LA restaurant, waiting for the crowd to show up and holding plates of shrimp, making small talk. A few hours later as I was leaving I spotted him sitting at a table with Billy Idol and Tina Turner, talking and laughing and posing for candid photos. Jason seemed to be having a better time then I did.

Be it the Grammys or Oscars, an opening at an art gallery or SXSW, a concert or a birthday party, a funeral or wedding, the first date or birth of the second child, an election or your middle school history class...our lives are full of events marked by mile posts. In fact, if you think about it, the current Facebook and Twitter fascination takes it just one step further. We can make our mark every minute if we so choose, commenting seriously or being witty,  sharing a song or a photo. Some days it seems that we swing from event to event and status update to status update like Tarzan would swing on a tree from one side of the jungle to the other. And maybe that's it. Be it a drunk or a decaffeinated Mormon, we each take it one day at a time to get through this life. Measured by mile posts. 

Whats prompting this morning's ramble is a list of 25 Extremely Upsetting Tweets that women sent out last night as Chris Brown was doing one of his performances. Somebody took the time to cut and paste them for a post on another website. Brown is the singer who slugged his girlfriend Rihanna a few years ago and it made a few headlines, he went to trial, did community service and I guess its okay now, because he remains famous and successful despite it all. So floating out on the interwebs this morning is this list of 25 messages from women that pretty much say the same thing: "Chris Brown is so hot he can beat me down anytime he wants" or "You can punch me all you want as long as you kiss me after". (I paraphrase...the actual quotes are worse.) The fanaticism to this culture of celebrity that we live with and endure sometimes is so incredible and foreign to me, that I just wonder how we've all made it so far. And we consider ourselves as an advanced species, but I've never seen a Tweet from a lion or rat or bird or ant. 

By the way, did you hear that Whitney Houston died in the bathtub of the Beverly Hilton? Or Levon Helm won the award for Best Americana Album? Or Adele took home six awards and said "snot" in one of her acceptance speeches? Or that Dave Grohl used to be in a band named Nirvana? 

"I'll be careful not to put anyone on a pedestal and then complain about his or her clay feet."
Fror the book Walk in Dry Places

This one is for Whitney and all the drunks and addicts who are still out there. 


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Comment by Gillian Turnbull on February 15, 2012 at 1:08pm

Yikes.  Did you see this one? (not quite as bad, but...): http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/who-is-paul-mccartney

Comment by Louis Richardson on February 15, 2012 at 8:45pm

I work as a registered nurse.  I was working the night of The Grammys.  One of my patients had the show on in their room.  This guy had had some fairly serious trauma.  I asked him if he needed any medication for his pain, and he said, "Well, I need something to save me from this weak-ass music!  It's all just cookie-cutter bullshit!"  Man, I was cracking up.  

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Comment by Rudyjeep on February 17, 2012 at 5:29am

Three things I can't imagine watching - Professional Wrestling , State of the Union speeches and Award shows.  All three are the same kind of choreographed BS.       

Comment by Jack Williams on February 17, 2012 at 5:51am

@Rudyjeep - Great list.    I had a similar thought when I realized that the reason I don't watch the Grammys is very similar to the reason why I don't watch State of the Union speeches.  I know I'll just get aggravated by the BS.   I'd rather read about it the next day.  I also feel somewhat the same way about presidential debates, but I force myself to watch those. 

Comment by hyperbolium.com on February 17, 2012 at 4:33pm

I've never seen a Tweet from a lion or rat or bird or ant.


Comment by Susan Ramirez on February 17, 2012 at 6:23pm

I found it painful to watch the Grammys, yet there I sat also working on other things.  Matraca Berg and Steve Earle were who all I was hoping to see and of course they were in the pretel along with the American folk. (couldn't find it on the webcast)

I suppose Whitney Houston was another addict among addicts whose relapse in the disease most likely took her away from this life.  It' sad,   yet predictable.  It's a killing disease after all whether you have Grammys on your shelf or food stamps in your wallet.  Compassion for those who suffer I have, but battering a woman, or harming young boys in a college locker room, no way whether you're a winning coach or performer. I would lose my liscence in my profession, not be celebrated on stage, what's up with that?

I love Steve Earle's season five performance on The Wire.

Comment by Easy Ed on February 17, 2012 at 6:57pm
Congratulations Susan...you got that this really had little to do about the award show. It was my admiration for Earle in pulling himself out after falling down the hole while others succumb that prompted this.
Comment by Susan Ramirez on February 17, 2012 at 7:35pm

"I' m standing my ground on feet of clay", a lyric from Mr Earle and Ms Moorer's song Heaven or Hell.  Humility and Grace Ed, thanks for your post.


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