Does anyone even watch these things or even care about them anymore, for that matter? Who knows? At any rate, Kanye West and Amy Winehouse are leading the pack of Grammy nominees this year. Who will win? If Kanye doesn’t sweep everything he’s nominated in, will he once again throw his worn out race card? Will Winehouse show up drunk and disorderly? Again, does anyone care? I remember when I was a kid, the Grammy Awards were always sort of fun to watch. But it’s been a long time for me since it’s been that. For years, it’s just felt like nothing more than an opportunity for the industry to pat itself on the back than anything else. And with the state that the music industry is in nowadays, it feels even more desperate. That, and no one I personally give a shit for is going to win anything undoubtedly. Hooray.
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The stamp image will be unveiled next Wednesday — Sinatra’s birthday — at a ceremony in Beverly Hills, Calif.
We at Bullz-Eye are planning two massive lists of our favorite albums of the ‘80s and ‘90s. The ‘90s list is nearly finished – I’m only waiting on managing editor Jamey Codding to stuff the ballot box with Pearl Jam albums – and it looks pretty much the way I thought it would, with one great exception. My #3 album, Tomorrow the Green Grass by the Jayhawks, is not going to make the cut. And I’m mad as hell about it.
Hot damn, I thought at least one other person would vote for that album. Didn’t happen. I mean, I expected some of my big picks, like Pulp’s Different Class and the Trash Can Sinatras’ I’ve Seen Everything, to go overlooked by the rest of the staff. But come on, the Jayhawks? How do you not love the Jayhawks?
Apparently I bet on the wrong horse. The band’s 1992 album, Hollywood Town Hall, received several votes, but not enough to crack the top 90. Clever, huh? Top 90 albums of the ‘90s? Yeah, um, hmmm.
Anyway, I submit Exhibit A in the case for the Jayhawks: “I’d Run Away,” a soaring pop song that still pops on the occasional mix disc. Yes, I still make mix discs. Shut up.
Yowza! Man, I loved these guys. And still do, of course. But I can still remember the chills that went up and down my spine when I saw them perform live and watched them effortlessly reproduce the harmonies from Bellybutton and Spilt Milk. Seeing them headline at Club Rogue’s in Virginia Beach is easily one of the greatest I-can’t-believe-I-was-really-there shows in my personal history. This performance from “Late Night with David Letterman” isn’t quite up to that level, partially because The World’s Most Dangerous Band was notorious for stepping on the toes of their musical guests, but it still shows you that the band’s vocals were virtually unparalleled.
A nightmare blast from the early ’90s past. Yes, it’s Jordy coming back to haunt you with his hit “”Dur Dur D’etre Un Bebe.” Remember and ralph.
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