We watched the Grammys last night. The Grammys might also be called, “The Music World’s Parade of Narcissists“. We watched to see the artists we like, but as the spectacle continued, we became annoyed by the display of glitz and the embarrassing acceptance speeches. The extravaganza took on all the fascination of a train wreck. We felt compelled to watch to see which Narcissist would attempt to out-do the other Narcissists.
It was painful, hilarious, disgusting, and not in the least entertaining. Just what do the Grammys have to do with music?
At the risk of sounding like I’m channeling my grandma when she watched the debut of the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show, I have to wonder, what do baggy pants have to do with entertainment? The station had to block the sound on half of the lyrics “sung” by Eminem and his bad-ass buddies. Is this music worthy of any awards?
At one point Jenny said, “Why don’t they wear regular clothes, stop acting so weird, and just sing?” Will noticed that the audience wasn’t clapping very enthusiastically, and said, “I think they’re only clapping to be polite.” What part of the Elton John/ Lady Gaga spectacle was entertaining? Maybe it was a fine display of marketing and packaging in an attempt to sell more CDs, but I’m not rushing out to buy anything based on what I saw, and I like Elton John.
Check out the lyrics for the Black Eyed Peas’, ‘Imma Be’. The only line missing is, “Imma Be a Narcissist.”
In typical narcissistic fashion, most of those “entertainers” are so convinced of their fabulousness that they figure we will admire anything they do. They wear whatever, do whatever, say whatever, and zillions are awed by their very existence. They simply appear and throngs fall to the ground in adoration.
The Grammys are an excellent example of the pervasiveness of narcissism in our culture.
Never mind good taste, good manners, and actual talent – just get out there and impress us with your bling, your boob job, your underwear, and your bad language. How many notice the fact that these artists only sound good when their CD has been mixed and re-mixed?
I’ll probably tune in again next year.
There is something fascinating about watching narcissists on parade. I’m always amazed at the lengths they’ll go to in order to stay on top of the sleazy heap. Their complete lack of pride mystifies me.
I can’t help thinking that the whole Grammy Awards production is a complete waste of money. How about donating all the money that debacle must have cost? Apply those dollars to the national debt, or send it to Haiti, or better yet, start another government program. Let’s start a new program that teaches young people how to pull ear phones out of their ears when in polite company, or how to pull their pants up where they belong. I’m sure those kids just need a little direction, since their parents are preoccupied with their own narcissistic pursuits.