I don’t have a television, because, as I told Bassey, that’s something the employed have. Normally, this is not a problem.
Charlie Wilson’s War is especially effective because it’s a subversive exposé on American politics wrapped in a pretty Hollywood package.
I was encouraged by the two of you who clicked on my latest attempt at bridging the high and low to ponder, Can classical music be blogged? Would anyone care if it were?
People, in the stands, used to sing the national anthem. Now they politely watch some celebrity do it. Probably with live autotuning.
Will the song have a rising echo that overtakes the verse to get to the chorus? If so, how many times?
If art did not imitate life what would be its purpose? Pure entertainment, I guess. Since we have more than enough of that these days, I’m rooting for sincerity.
So in the spirit of precise and meaningless award-giving, the Grammys purpose for being, I present you with the The Viewing Awards, Grammy Edition.