Selling Out is What We Called It
Brad Nelson Here...
This one's too easy. As I sit watching the Grammy's and am glued to the screen, mesmerized with Lady GaGa's hip-grinding "I Was Born This Way," I couldn't help but think how far we've come in terms of what's now thought of as "acceptable" by TV sensors.
Lady G's lyrics, crying out her anthem to accept her (or "Him") or us as they are while androgynous dancers twirled in an hypnotic 2011 version of a whirling dervish about her, sent a message to at least this baby boomer that we've come a long way baby indeed.
I wondered at that very point what the long-forgotten silent majority might be thinking, or possibly Tea Party members, as GaGa and her "protruding bulbous" as the Church Lady might have aptly described her, ground her hips oh so closely against her sexily clad dancers.
When the spectacle came to a ecstatic climax, the censors didn't totally sway as close-ups (that have taken on a whole new meaning in HD), confirmed pasties covering Ga's almost certain to be erect nipples under her sheer chiffon costume.
I cheered for this modicum of decorum she must have agreed to or else would not have been able to perform at all I presume. Thank you, Lady G. Seeing your nipplelus erectus at that point I'm sure would have seemed anti-climactic, would it not?
We've come a long way, baby, indeed. So far so that right after her act we saw an ad for the ever-present and necessary iPad, promoted by a tune throughout by none other than one Lou Reed. Sweet Lou, one of the original gender bending musicians who along with his Velvet Underground (now I know what that means), serenaded us in the early '70s with cross-dressing songs like Sweet Jane and Take a Walk on the Wild Side.
How ironic that my beloved Mr. Reed should sell out to now main stream corporate giant Apple, isn't it? Had it not been for Lou Reed, Lady G's act never sees the light of day or Grammy night. Ultimate proof that the music biz today is 110% all about the money and not the music.
Neil Young, where are you when we need you? Let's just hope Bobbie Dylan doesn't do the same as I await his "featured" performance, along with no other than the Devil himself, Mick, "making his very first Grammy appearance ever."
Janice, Jimmy, Jim, we need you back.
This one's too easy. As I sit watching the Grammy's and am glued to the screen, mesmerized with Lady GaGa's hip-grinding "I Was Born This Way," I couldn't help but think how far we've come in terms of what's now thought of as "acceptable" by TV sensors.
Lady G's lyrics, crying out her anthem to accept her (or "Him") or us as they are while androgynous dancers twirled in an hypnotic 2011 version of a whirling dervish about her, sent a message to at least this baby boomer that we've come a long way baby indeed.
I wondered at that very point what the long-forgotten silent majority might be thinking, or possibly Tea Party members, as GaGa and her "protruding bulbous" as the Church Lady might have aptly described her, ground her hips oh so closely against her sexily clad dancers.
When the spectacle came to a ecstatic climax, the censors didn't totally sway as close-ups (that have taken on a whole new meaning in HD), confirmed pasties covering Ga's almost certain to be erect nipples under her sheer chiffon costume.
I cheered for this modicum of decorum she must have agreed to or else would not have been able to perform at all I presume. Thank you, Lady G. Seeing your nipplelus erectus at that point I'm sure would have seemed anti-climactic, would it not?
We've come a long way, baby, indeed. So far so that right after her act we saw an ad for the ever-present and necessary iPad, promoted by a tune throughout by none other than one Lou Reed. Sweet Lou, one of the original gender bending musicians who along with his Velvet Underground (now I know what that means), serenaded us in the early '70s with cross-dressing songs like Sweet Jane and Take a Walk on the Wild Side.
How ironic that my beloved Mr. Reed should sell out to now main stream corporate giant Apple, isn't it? Had it not been for Lou Reed, Lady G's act never sees the light of day or Grammy night. Ultimate proof that the music biz today is 110% all about the money and not the music.
Neil Young, where are you when we need you? Let's just hope Bobbie Dylan doesn't do the same as I await his "featured" performance, along with no other than the Devil himself, Mick, "making his very first Grammy appearance ever."
Janice, Jimmy, Jim, we need you back.
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