Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
From West Hollywood to Silverlake, the streets of LA are ablaze—this week the Grammys are in town. It’s the industry’s networking dream, but to my nagging dismay, what music industry are we talking about? Who are these artists? For me it’s more like, “why are their songs here and when will they go away?” There must be an alternative universe where those in this business thrive.
I guess if they’re not eating McDonald’s they’ll eat Jack In The Box? The truth is many folks want non recyclable, but easily disposable “fast food music.” I guess it’s OK? I mean “god bless the Grammys.” I know the people. They’re music lovers and are trying hard to make their three and half hours of prime time meaningful.
I guess it’s me who’s on the weird plane of reality. At least I’m not alone—here’s what Misty is thinking:
“Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow”
Living it up
I have it all
To pull more women than any two men or a train can haul
But my baby she does something way more impressive than the Georgia crawl
She blackens pages like a Russian romantic
Gets down more often than a blow-up doll
Why the long face
Blondie I’m already taken
Sorry
I may act like a lunatic
You think I’m fucking crazy you’re mistaken
Keep moving
We might not be the majority, but we are many. We don’t need to be invited to their cheesy parties. We’ll have our own goddam celebrations—and that’s just what I’m gonna do.
This week’s Idelic Hour celebrates Grammy week with what I call “The Granny’s,” an hour of music from outside of Ed Hardy’s circle. So, when the weekend warriors and manufactured poets turn out their bedroom lights Sunday night, press play and dig on some real sounds.
The Idelic Hit of the Week:
Pond – Elvis’ Flaming Star
Putting the Grammys into perspective. They nominated me but forgot The Clash.
