Arcade Fire Win Something Called a Grammy, Add It To Their Growing Collection of Paperweights
It was an interesting night for music, and I myself felt strongly about two things in general after the show ended:
Would someone please, please tell Train the only people listening to their music are Wal-Mart shoppers who have Drops of Jupiter bombarded on them while they pick up their 40-packs of tube socks. Every time you cover Zeppelin's Ramble On in concert the ghost of John Bonham comes one step closer to making a deal with the Devil to bring himself back to life so he can do unthinkable things to you. Stop it.
Lady Antebellum…good lord. Really? is this what we've chosen as the true representation of today's country music? Country music, you are destroying your legacy every time you allow groups like Lady Antebellum to hit the radio. I know every new country artist thanks God for their success, but where does that leave the rest of us? If God is on their side, who do we ask to stop the mayhem? Maybe Bonham can see if the Big D can do an extra little favour for us when he's talking to him…
The rest of the night was filled with the usual over the top kookiness that seems to be the course of action of all award shows today, lest viewers see something shiny on the floor and start paying more attention to that than what's on the tube in front of them. Kudos to Bieber and that Smith punk for bringing Karate Kid: The Musical to the stage after just three rehearsals (did you hear that, Edge and Bono?), and Usher for proving that not only white people from Wisconsin can make cheese. Lady Gaga did exactly what was expected of her, and Katy Perry was utterly forgettable.
Mumford & Sons, along with the Avett Brothers, had a nice moment paying tribute to Bob Dylan. It was cool seeing the two bands back Bobby on Maggie's Farm, although to be honest I really couldn't hear Dylan that well, since besides his usual mumble singing style he seemed pre-occupied with all the fun going on behind him. Oh well.
Twitter just about exploded when Biebs lost Best New Artist to Esperanza Spalding, who is >shudder< a jazzie. Listen, I know Bieber was the favourite going into the ceremony, but there's no shame in losing to someone like Spalding. What can I say, Biebs? Sometimes having a million dollar promotional juggernaut in your corner, an album filled with songs written by four or five hired guns (per track), and a 3D movie in theatres doesn't necessarily mean you're the 'best'. It just means you're popular.
I was genuinely shocked when Arcade Fire brought in Album of the Year for The Suburbs, but in a good way. Suck on that, Lady Antebellum.
In honour of Arcade Fire's win, here's an entire concert filmed last year by Terry Gilliam at Madison Square Garden. Gives you a pretty good picture as to why they're deserving of all the accolades coming their way. Since this is a long clip, there's a track listing at the start so you can jump ahead to specific songs if you'd like.