Did you watch the Grammy's last night? Tim and I watched an hour or so of it before turning in. There were a lot of interesting performances; some really good, some well, just interesting.
But the one I want to comment on is the combination of the Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder. I praise God that I don't yet have a teenage daughter which gives me the complete freedom to mock and assault the Jonas Brothers without invoking tears from any family members. I've never been fond of them. Never. Maybe they are upstanding young men with great moral fortitude. That's nice. But I still don't really enjoy them as performers. First of all, I don't for the life of me know when super skinny jeans and scarf wearing, fluffy-headed, metro-sexual boys who, from the back, could be mistaken for anorexic girls, became the new ideal teen heart throb.
Oh, wait a minute. I have to admit that in my day we had some doozies. Poison, Bon Jovi, The Cure come to mind. I distinctly remember my dad saying, "Why are those boys wearing makeup?" Regardless, I just think the Jonas brothers are curiously effeminate given the mass of young girls swooning over them. But that's not even what bothered me about last night's show. I was hanging in there for the sake of the amazing and iconic Stevie Wonder. It was the moment that one of those Jonas boys called out from across the stage, "Come on, Stevie!" that I lost what little regard I had for them. It irritated me. Seriously. "Stevie?"
I appreciate the Grammy's efforts to bring together generations of musicians, however, I think that a bunch of mid-pubescent newcomers should have been required to address him as Mr. Wonder.
But...maybe it's just me. =)