It's Grammy time. Did you watch the Grammies? Me neither! I was finishing up on my Lost Training. We did it! We finished all five seasons in five weeks. It was tough. It was arduous. It took a lot of carbs. But we did it. And now we are pumped up and ready for Tuesday's premier of Season 6.
(Just so you know, I don't plan to use the rabidrunner blog to discuss Lost theories or recap what happens. There are plenty of bits out in internet space dedicated to Lost rehashes. I'm not a with-the-masses kind of gal so will refrain from common Lost conversation. There won't be any spoilers either, so there.)
Now back to the Grammies. There are two things I do not get: Beyonce and The Kings of Leon.
Let's start with Bee-ouncey. I'm sure she's a nice person. I'm sure she works hard and whatnot, but what, exactly, is that squeak she calls a voice? It's not a sound that soothes or inspires or invigorates. If anything, it gives that fingernails-on-the-blackboard flashback of my youth (you know back before white boards were invented.) I realize that she's all that when it comes to dancing. But it's as if they've shoved hundreds of mice into a Versace and told it to shake. (All the single mice? All the single mice. All the single mice? All the single mice. Put a ring on it before it scurries away...)
Then there's the Kings of Leon. BOH-RING. And what's with this Sex Is On Fire business? I judge a good sex-is-on-fire song by it's make-out ability. Sex is on Fire has no make-out ability. None. (Not that I know about make-out ability anymore, what with being married ten years 'n all. Still. Do see what I mean by it having no make-out ability? What are your favorite make-out songs?)
The Kings of Leon, however, said something rather profound when accepting their award. They began their spill with, "We're a little drunk. But we're happy drunks!" I think I'm going to start using that one. Only I'll mix it up.
"I'm a little crazy. But I'm happy crazy!"
Oh and what about Taylor Swift? Isn't she the cutest thing to grace the music scene? Like ever? I want to put her in my pocket. Take her home and hire her to do stuff for me. I'm sure I can afford her. I might have to pay her not to sing though. Not a Taylor Swift fan, can you tell? But she sure is cute!