When I watch the Grammy ceremonies (as, in case youíre missing the point here, I did tonight), I have to be careful. As Iím watching I tend to take mental notes about what new CDs I have to run out and buy first thing tomorrow. Even worse, I have to force myself to stay off the online shopping sites, or Iíll end up with another ten or fifteen albums Iíll play once.
The Grammy show is made for someone like me, who loves (almost) all kinds of music but doesnít know a whole lot about very many of them. The offbeat combinations of artists in one-of-a-kind one-time performances are what distinguish the Grammys from other music awards shows (which, by the way, I donít watch).
Even though tonightís show lasted forever into the wee hours, there were a couple of segments that (thanks to TiVo) I watched twice. One was the all-star tribute to southern rock featuring the Dicky Betts-Tim McGraw duet on ďRambliní Man,Ē and the other was the electrifying performance by Melissa Etheridge of ďPiece of My HeartĒ during the Janis Joplin tribute.
The ability to rewind and replay also allowed me to fast-forward through some of the more embarrassing acceptance speeches.