Here’s Why I Didn’t Watch The Grammys
Last night was the 55th Grammy Awards show. Did I watch? No. Did I care? Nope.
I know that the Grammys are supposed to be the highlight of my industry, but honestly I feel like the Grammys are everything that is wrong with my industry. It attempts to quantify something that can’t be quantified: musical goodness. I could understand if things were purely based on album sales, but even that is flawed because we all know how foolish people are with their money. When the voters pick five songs, what is it even based on? A song that vaguely fits the description of “good”?
If your favorite artist is nominated but loses, does that make you like them less? Does it make their album sound less good? Does it make you stop listening to them? The answer to all those is “NO”, unless you’re mentally deficient.
If your favorite artist is nominated and wins, does that make you like them more? Does it make their album sound better? Does it make you listen to them more? Again, “NO”, unless you’re stupid.
The worst part of everything: the fans. The people who rant and rave about who got robbed, about who should have or shouldn’t have won, about who sold out, about who doesn’t get enough recognition, about who performed well, about who didn’t perform well, about who was dressed nicely or dressed poorly. Just shut up. This is one of the nights during the year where I am extremely happy I never bothered to sign up for Twitter, and one of the nights I can’t go anywhere near Facebook.
I know that the Grammys are supposed to be the highlight of my industry. I chose to work in the music industry (hell, that was my major at Monmouth University), I chose to work in radio, I chose to devote my life to music. Despite all that, I have never watched the Grammys, and likely never will.