Another year, another Grammys, another Kanye West jackass eruption, another spectacle of pointlessness. It's astounding how little the Grammys have to do with what I'm interested in musically. I don't know what's worse, Kanye West's utter classlessness or his fervent belief that the Grammys have some sort of objective relationship to merit in which someone can supposedly get robbed. Well, I suppose some people did get robbed, like tens of thousands of musicians the Grammy people have never even heard of who are out there playing everyday in clubs and small auditoriums and lofts, and on street corners too.
For what it's worth, here's a partial playlist of what I've been listening to the last couple weeks.
Charlie Parker, "Yardbird Suite: The Ultimate Charlie Parker Collection"
Grant Green, "Feelin' the Spirit"
The Band, "Jericho"
Bobby Bland, "Bobby Bland's Greatest Hits: The Duke Recordings"
The Clash, "London Calling"
Zoot Sims and Jimmy Rowles, "Warm Tenor"
Rosanne Cash, "Rules of Travel"
Morton Feldman, "Crippled Symmetry"
Al DiMeola, "All Your Life (A Tribute to the Beatles)"
Elizabeth Schwartzkopf, "Strauss: Four Last Songs"
Brendan Benson, "Lapalco"
Greg Trooper, "Floating"
Sinatra and Jobim, "The Complete Reprise Recordings"
Bruce Cockburn, "Dart to the Heart"