So it's pretty awesome that Dixie Chicks won all three of the major Grammys--record, song, and album of the year--for making music that actually merits awards.
And it's cool that The Police reunited to sing "Roxanne" at the opening of the show. (Ask me about my "Roxanne" drinking game. It's buzz-tastic.)
It's also groovy that Ludacris ironically thanked Oprah in his acceptance speech for Best Rap Album, thus referencing their previous argument. (And I love Oprah, but even I can't handle the controversty surrounding her school for South African girls. Asked why she didn't open the school in the U.S., she said, "If you ask the kids what they want or need, they will say an iPod or some sneakers. In South Africa, they don't ask for money or toys. They ask for uniforms so they can go to school.")
But back to the Grammys...
Do these triumphs make the Grammys awesome? Argh. It's so, so close. But then you get to the "Best Pop Performance By a Duo or Group With Vocal" category.
Here are the nominees that didn't win:
Pussycat Dolls, "Stickwitu"
Death Cab for Cutie, "I Will Follow You into the Dark"
Keane, "Is it Any Wonder?"
The Fray, "Over My Head (Cable Car)"
I think we can agree that Pussycat Dolls is a ridiculous choice. That song is pretty good as insta-ballads go, but the "group" quite publicly consists of one singer and five or six backup dancers. It's only the singer--Nicole Scherzinger--who actually appears on the record. The dancers just... dance. So calling The Pussycat Dolls a group is like calling four cherry Popsicles your recommended daily serving of fruit.
But look at the other nominees. Damn if they aren't all really good! In the case of the Death Cab song, maybe even great! What brilliant track could have beaten them all?
Um... how about "My Humps?"
Yes, that's right. That's the song that won. Fergie now has more Grammys than Death Cab for Cutie, and the Recording Academy has given us no advice on how to deal with that.
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