In the long and storied history of these United States, there have been a select few occasions where our friends (or enemies) from across the pond have decided it was time to conquer America. From the Revolutionary War to the War of 1812 to Beatlemania, we Americans are no strangers to British invasions. However, it seemed that in the waning decades of the 20th Century, our fellow English speakers were content to stay on their side of the Atlantic. But now, just when we were least expecting it, the Brits have decided to storm our shores once again with their sights set of dominating our vast nation. Musically, that is.
Last night I parked myself in front of my television to watch all three and half hours of the 54th Grammy Awards. Overall, it was…. meh, with only a few shining moments of brilliance. To me, it seems that every year the producers of the show find it necessary to bring out the oldest and most tired greats of the music industry. Now, I’m not one to deny Paul McCartney’s greatness or Springsteen’s, or Glen Campbell’s, or Tony Bennett’s, or The Beach Boys’, but seriously? If the show wants to stay fresh, they’re going to have to leave the old folks in their homes. Onto the performances….