Things I enjoyed about this year’s Grammy Awards:
1 | The hip-hop tribute, of course (though I would have preferred 50 artists to reflect the 50 years);
2 | Seeing a flabbergasted Bonnie Raitt win Song Of The Year for Just Like That (along with another award for a song written by Winnipeg’s own Bros. Landreth);
3 | Watching homophobes predictably lose their shit over Kim Petras and Sam Smith;
4 | Watching the BeyoncĆ© cult predictably lose their shit over Harry Stylesā Album Of The Year victory;
5 | Watching the moronic Chris BrownĀ ask “who the fuckāĀ Robert Glasper is;
6 | Seeing Shania Twain, Lizzo and Sam Smith sport red-carpet outfits which could best be described as Farm Witch, Melting Marmalade Volcano and Boy George Goes To Hell ā and which made you nostalgic for the subtlety and sophistication of Lady Gagaās raw-meat dress;
7 | The sure-to-be-far-too-short-lived calm that descends on the music biz the day after āĀ as reflected in today’s comparatively tiny collection of 64 singles, videos, cover tunes, remixes, golden oldies, unburied classics and live performances. Your Tinnitist-approved tracks are tagged with a š. And the winners are: