In a sense, the Grammy's are like Rolling Stone Magazine: They hate on an artist for their entire career, only to attempt to make amends later when a star's relevance has faded. You might love Ray Charles, but did his album deserve 8 statues? That's questionable. Charles was a genius, but he had 40 years in the limelight and hadn't broke new ground in decades.
Speaking of breaking new ground, a relevant musical genius, Kanye West, lost the best new artist award to the second crappiest band on earth (second to Matt Good/Nickelback [tie]), Maroon 5...a band's whose creative output inlcudes this ****tastic lyric:
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
While these jackasses were plugging up the airwaves with their super derivative crapfunk, Kanye was holding it down:
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes
But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?
Well let this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope this take away from my sins
And bring the day that I'm dreaming about
Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out
(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
Next time I'm in the club, everybody screaming out "Je! Sus! Walks!"
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