The Demise of Pop Culture

OK, let's talk about the Grammy Awards. Last night I flipped through and ended up watching Fergie's performance with John Legend. How do these duets, these match-ups occur? Legend has talent, actually, but he was overshadowed by that drag queen Fergie and her horrible voice. Let's talk about Fergie. She started out, like Britney, on a dance show for kids, in Canada. Fergie quickly went from child star to meth addict. She was later picked up by the Black-Eyed Peas, who needed a girl to increase album sales, and was known for booty dancing and an occasional "hoot hoot" or back-up refrain. Suddenly, a la Gwen Stefani, Fergie also has a solo album that is aimed at 12 year old girls. Where did we make that jump, where in her career did Fergie think she was able to make a solo album with that croaking voice and her inane lyrics? What lemmings actually thought it was good? Good enough to merit a spot on the Grammy stage? That's the problem folks. Americans eat whatever is thrown at them, whether it tastes good or not. You get my point? Fergie should not have been on that stage last night, in a gown, trying to sing, and with John Legend no less. And to top it all off, she's not hot. She's just not.
In other embarassing Grammy news, Amy Winehouse won a bunch of awards. why? Dunno, couldn't tell you. She has the voice of a dying cow, her eyes were glazed over like a feelingless soul and her music, well...is it really music? My cat could have done a better job. There is nothing there, no talent, nothing new. No reason as to why she should have won awards. Who makes these decisions anyways.

Hip Hop died last night on that stage when Will I. Am came out wearing a Liberace suit and started singing Frank Sinatra. I could literally see Tupac, Biggie, Old Dirty Bastard and Eazy E rolling over in their graves, clutching their eyes and holding their ears.

What a grand ole disappointment, as usual.