Okay the Grammys...Hmmm....I'm not going to rehash what has already been
said. However, I must comment on a couple of things.
Sean da Paul...Bad
Who's idea was that? Sting does not need back-up...EVER. Don't get me wrong.
I like Sean Paul. But let Sting be Sting and let Sean da Paul be the rastah
he was created to be. And let never the two meet again. One of the guys
that I was watching the show with asked, "Why would Sting let him (Sean
Paul) do that to his song?" My sentiments exactly. Maybe I found Sean Paul's
"contribution" trite and contrived because I love the Police and would empty
out my life savings, 401(K) and sell my younger brother to see them. Or
maybe it's because his presence simply was trite and contrived. Apparently
last night's theme was Bad Collaborations.
They call her the baddest chick..woo, woo...I've had Toya's Dangerously in
Love cd for a grip. After last night's performance I was not surprised when
she asked for it back. And don't think I didn't promptly order my own copy.
Beyonce is a BAD BROAD. I don't care what y'all think. Her performance last
night was FLAWLESS. The girl has range and voice control that put Ashanti,
Britney and all the rest of them wanna-be pop princesses to shame. Beyonce,
I offer you kudos.
*I was a little disappointed that she didn't do Crazy in Love. It's the
Did Christina finally catch the vision? Did someone finally tell her that we
respect her for her voice and not for her perfectly constructed boobies? I
LOVED her performance. I loved the fact that she had on layers...of clothing. I loved the
fact that I could concentrate on her voice rather than having to concentrate
on not watching her make a donkey of herself in clothes that look like
they were never actually meant to be worn. I did not, however, love her hair. Were those supposed to be finger waves? I'm just asking. Anyway, she restored my hope in her
ability to be a singer not a stripper. Christina I like. X-tina can go on
about her business.
Maybe it's because I live in Nashville
I have an ever-growing affinity for country music. Will you catch me
boot-scootin' in the near future. HECK NO. But I must give props where props
are due. Martina McBride sang the FOOL out of Concrete Angel last night.
Now, I've been a fan of hers for quite sometime. She has hits. (See Whatever
You Say and Where Would You Be?) But last night I was moved to tears. The song
in and of itself is beautiful and poignant. But the way she sang it gave me
chills. Studio albums do not do that woman justice. She needs to release
live albums from now on. That little woman can SANG. She is about to collect
some serious royalties from me.
I LOVE 3000
Hey Ya! indeed. I was tired last night. All I wanted to do was get in bed. I
had some studying to do and my interest in the show was waning. But they
kept hyping 3000's performance and anyone who's watched the Grammys more
than once knows that the last performance is usually the hottest. Andre did
not disappoint. I was squealing like a little girl when my man hit the
stage. I don't know what it is about that man but he takes me through it on
a pretty consistent basis. I did think the band was a bit much but the horns
were a nice touch. (It's the horns, yo) And I must confess: I have no
business doing it but every time I hear that song I want to "shake it like a
Polaroid picture." If you say that you don't, you're lying to yourself. But
it was 3000's hair...I'm not going to lie to you. I like white boy hair. I
have since I was 4. The idea of 20-25 years (more if he doesn't go bald) of
white boy hair that I can call my very own is more than I can handle. I try
not to dwell on it too much lest I get caught up and start chasing after the
first white boy I see...I'm rambling. 3000's hair is GORGEOUS. That is a
perm for yo' behind. Who is blow-drying and flat ironing his hair? Does he
do his own wraps? I can SOOOO see him sitting up under the dryer at some
random salon in the ATL. Not too long ago I wrote about Pippen's hair.
Pippen who? It is all about Andre. That Negro will make a sistah want to get
a relaxer RIGHT NOW !!!!!!! And I haven't had a perm in YEARS.
And big ups to Andre for lettin' the people know. Stankonia was NOT
Outkast's first album. Know your roots people. And how could they forget:
You thought I'd break my neck
To help y'all deck the halls
Oh oh oh NAW
I've got other means of celebrating
Players Ball - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
Know the history.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!