Nothing else besides the Grammys makes it quite so obvious how awesome it must be to be famous, and just to rub shoulders with these people and still be as big a dick as you want. Which is not to say it's an aspiration, though there is no one sitting sweeter than Dave Grohl at the moment.
I was spaced out like a motherfucker watching it, and was told I should keep paying attention to things like Al Green and Justin Timberlake (good time) and Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder (abortion). If you ever want a typification of how far our culture has fallen listen to some of the music Little Stevie Wonder was making when he was Joe Jonas' age.
There were no huge moments for me, though before this show somehow the song American Boy had completely passed me by, and it's only through divine intervention that I'd already heard of Adele from watching a random episode of Secret Diary of a Call Girl rather than reading the rest of Medea.
Apparently Blink 182 is back. I take it the government could not countenance a bailout for Angels & Airwaves of +44. We're all making sacrifices.
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