Well, the Grammys happened. I do believe that the music-award show’s relevance has dimmed over recent years (same goes for its formerly chaotic sister award show, the VMAs. Alas!). Our appetites for a speck of drama were certainly satisfied during the event that took place the weekend prior (which shall not be named here), so perhaps we could not expect as much from the Grammys.
The desire for celebrity public bedlam is somewhat - ok, very - sick and perverse. Is it the need to see someone presenting the picture of perfection display some type of flaw, or to be able to say, “Celebrities - they’re just like us!”? Perhaps they are the clowns performing in the circus that is fame, and we are the audience, waiting in eagerness to point and laugh. Whatever the answer is, here we are - yet another newsletter about celebrities. Onward!
Before we get into the actual award show, I would like to take a minute to discuss the sacred duty that is red carpet coverage.
The presence of Joan Rivers has never been missed so deeply as it has been than this past award season. Never have I so longingly ached for the acknowledgement that an outfit is objectively bad. Not every outfit is “slaying” or “boots the house down.” Sorry, but it’s simply the facts! There are terrible 👏 fashion 👏 choices👏 being 👏 made!
And now for the verbiage that’s being used… Not every celebrity is iconic and legendary. Someone stars in one hit movie or has two chart-topping songs? A legend does not make. The word “legend” is reserved for the likes of Aretha Franklin, Judy Garland, Patsy Cline, King Arthur, and Beowulf. As someone who often speaks in hyperbole (some might say exclusively talks in this way), it might feel hypocritical for me to say these things. And yet, I just did!
I will say, my new favorite thing to say now is “What story is your gorgeous ensemble telling us?” à la Laverne Cox.
My favorite looks of the evening:
Japanese Breakfast, Lil Nas X, Saweetie, Lady Gaga, and Doja Cat (my favorite look). Photos from The Cut
Billie Eilish’s tribute to Taylor Hawkins as she sang “Happier Than Ever” was especially poignant. I will go on record and say that this was my Song of the Year.
Gaga was doing a lot of hand-under-chin work, as nearly every time the camera panned over to her, she was locked in that position.
Screenshot from the New York Times
Finally, I’ll end with that I finally understand the BTS obsession. For me, that was the performance of the night.
On a serious note, congratulations to all of the winners and nominees. As someone who at somewhat attempted a career at music, it sure as hell isn’t easy, and therefor I commend you.