The Day the Music Died…

Don Mc Lean  was right.  Music is dead.  OK, so music isn’t really dead, but as far as The National Academy of Recording Arts is concerned, music may not be dead yet, but music doesn’t matter anymore.  If music actually mattered to the Academy, Neil Young would not have been nominated in the same category as John Mayer.  John belongs in a musical category, and Neil, well, maybe he should have been in the “Who Hates Bush the Most” category would have been a better pick for him.

The Dixie Chicks would not have bested John Mayer either.  Walking away with 5 Grammy awards, feeling “vindicated”, while they cry (literally) about not having a genre anymore, they freely admitted that they won, not because of music, but politics.  Contrast that with Carrie Underwood’s graceful acceptance speech, where she thanked Simon from American Idol, a move that raised more than a few eyebrows, and you might begin to see why the Chicks don’t get airplay on country radio anymore.

There were a few bright spots, though.  Smokey Robinson and Lionel Richie both gave great performances.  Rascal Flats and Carrie Underwood were outstanding, and I say that being someone who does not really like country music.  John Mayer was excellent. 

Finally, the best part was the beginning.  The TV announcer came on and announced the beginning of the awards.  Then, a British bass player, and American guitar player, with a British drummer took the stage.  The bass player said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re the Police, and we’re back!”  The reunion tour starts in May. 

Nothing the Chicks did or said could have ruined that particular moment for me.  After 25 years, the Police are on tour again, and Fiction Plane is the opening act.  Fortunately, in some parts of the world, music is not dead.

Paul C. Quillman

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