that wonderful time of the media year, where the pop artists of the spotlight congregate on the red fluff of their designated carpet and us subordinate averagees pick apart every thread of their outfits. all of us watch desperately, either wishing we were them or wondering what the hell they were thinking when they picked out their trashy, clashy, what-the-fuck worthy attire. we watch them on their self-proclaimed pedestals, as they shuffle like well-dressed penguins from interviewer to interviewer, making awkward, rehearsed small talk as if speed dating with different television networks. we watch them as we hate them and love them and pretend we couldn't rehearse every single one of their lyrics in their last hit if someone asked us.
i missed some parts of the 3-hour-ish long procedure due to midterm season, but i caught enough of the red-carpet and unsuspecting winner's reactions to catch the gist of it. all the expected pop stars were there (lady gaga, justin bieber), and all the unexpected hipster-satisfiers (arcade fire, mumford & sons) who were seemingly out of place were quickly welcomed and made at home. the lesser known artists became quickly known, unfortunately, more for their received hostility from pop fans than for their actual musical recognition of a grammy. for being an American musical award show, the evening was not too saturated with pop as the audience was refreshed and challenged repeatedly with new tastes being acknowledged. slight breaks in the program with bands that were accompanied by actual instruments, and not electro-pop and eccentric backup dancers, also helped ward off the usual overdose we are coma'd into when we tune in to top-40 radio. i think it's safe to say that the grammy's went on the unsafe side this year -- and whether feedback is positive or negative from the general public -- they gave some much needed attention and enrichment to some well-deserving artists' lives.