Apologies for the strenuously lame title of this post, but it's the best I could come up with this morning. Deal with it.
So, The Grammy Awards came….and went. The Police played. Awards were distributed. People in silly outfits danced. Lots of people smiled and clapped. We over at The Job served up a robust menu of fare, including an exhaustive show report, a cannily encapsulated red carpet fashion roundup, a run-down of awards that should've been given, a taste of what went on behind the scenes, and lots of other big stuff. My comrade Gil wrote a lengthy break-out piece on the Police performance. All in all, while it was a long evening, the machine worked fairly smoothly and we got the job done. Please do click these links and check out the hard work of my colleagues.
Personally, the highlight for me was discovering that Raven from Killing Joke and Tommy Victor from Prong had somehow infiltrated our Red Carpet Fashion flipbook (I had nothing to do with that, I swear), flanking their taskmaster-du-jour, Big Al Jourgensen of Ministry (nominated for Best Metal album, which they -- somewhat predictably -- lost to Slayer). Any time an erstwhile member of Killing Joke makes it onto our site, that's a palpable blow against the empire, as far as I'm concerned. So big ups to Raven & Co.
The Grammy Awards themselves, honestly, didn't blow a new part in my hair, but I'm proud of the work our team put into it. I was happy the Police showed up, and it was fun to see Stewart Copeland smack the shit out of those drums again, although he certainly could've ditched the granny glasses before hand, no? And Andy Summers is starting to look a bit like someone's grandmother. Then there was Sting -- sporting the waistcoat-over-bare-chest look as favored by Sunset Strip metal bands circa 1989 -- he couldn't quite hit those high notes, unfortunately. And, really, why "Roxanne"? Why not a curveball? Why not flex-those muscles and bust out into "Driven to Tears" or "No Time This Time"? Hell, why not really fuck with people and play "Dead End Job"? No such luck -- they went with the crowd-pleaser (including a scat-laden "dub" midsection -- I realize they used to do this a lot back in the day, but last night it just made my skin crawl). And, this is an easy pot-shot, I'll admit it, but with that thinning hair that stood on end and that pointy head, isn't Sting starting to look a bit like Lou Jacobs?
There's still a bit of a tremor in the Force at the moment regarding that rumor I alluded to in the last post. In keeping with that sense of nervous tension and in further tribute to Tommy & Raven's star-studded Grammy moment, herewith "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by PRONG (I'd play the Ministry stuff that was nominated, but honestly -- this is way better).
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