Does my opinion matter all that much? Obviously Not really. Of the nine awards presented on air tonight, few went to the nominees that I thought should have won. Donald Trump’s blood pressure: skyrocketing. Listening to her read about Trump’s paranoia and love for McDonalds revitalized my cold, dead soul. The auditions for the audio recording of Fire and Fury would have been a memorable skit no matter what (Cardi 2020 anyone?), but no one was adequately prepared for the moment that our Lord and Savior Hillary Clinton made an appearance to drag the President to filth. Of his various segments throughout the night (a well-meaning but flat Subway Carpool Karaoke, a cute guest appearance by his parents, a one-sided bit with Jay-Z about Ney York) one stood head and shoulders above the rest.
His introduction of “the most diverse group of nominees in Grammy history and the least diverse host” really served to highlight that point. James Corden hosted the Grammy’s for the second year in a row, and it’s like someone got the memo that the last thing the world wants to hear right now are the opinions of white men, because his involvement was minimal. Because, you know, we needed multiple showings from Bono and Sting. Even Lorde, the only female nominee for Album of the Year, was shut out from performing. Remember two weeks ago at the Golden Globes when you couldn’t go five minutes without a woman standing up and declaring that Time’s Up? Remember that time that Oprah started a goddamn revolution on live national television? The Grammy’s didn’t have that, maybe because women weren’t given the opportunity to make a statement. In all honesty, it was a bit of a letdown. Returning to New York for the first time in 15 years, the 60th Annual Grammy Awards were everything we’ve come to expect from the Recording Academy’s biggest night: star-studded, long-winded, and (save a few absolute standout moments) generally lacking in any kind of message. It’s an hour of performances from some artists you love, some you hate, and then a couple of ungodly mash-ups of the two, distributed throughout two and a half hours of commercials and a cumulative five minutes of award presentations. To call the Grammys an award show is generous. Grammys 2018 Recap: Justice For ‘Despacito’
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