Omigod! What a surprise! Granted, the Grammys' reputation as a pathetic sham designed to please 45-year-old white people was never at risk of being upset, but last night's ceremony still pushed the travesty-o-meter's needle into the red. Maroon 5 beating out Kanye West for Best New Artist was pretty bad. I mean, who or what the fuck is Maroon 5?? Still, it's a fortuitous upset for Kanye, given the bad fortune that frequently befalls those who win that award. Off the top of my head, I'm thinking of Arrested Development, Milli Vanilli (revoked), and Jodi Watley. Anyway, the whole "you're so special because you died" thing keeps on cropping up. I love Ray Charles too, but just give the guy a posthumous lifetime achievement award and give the other statuettes to artists who can still generate soulless shit for the masses for years to come.
Today is Valentine's Day. Tobyspinks has posted a brief history of the holiday. This whole "The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery" thing just strengthens our conviction that it was invented by the Hallmark corporation. And the Freemasons.
Over at Bitchfo... er, Pitchfork, there's good news and bad news. Bad news first? Okay... The Unicorns broke up! That sucks. The good news? Well if you put any stock in such things... they gave the new Bloc Party album an 8.9. Oh, and the new LCD Soundsystem album hits stores tomorrow, and you should buy it because it's great. It's one of those albums that makes girls take off their shirts.
Finally, ***The management would like to extend hot, lusty Valentine's Day wishes to the Secretary of Spousal Affairs***
Have a great [fake] holiday. And to all the fat, sad, single men and women out there with no Valentine of their own...
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