Downton Abbey: The Best of Times, and the Worst of Times

As I was on my This Is A New Year Get Off The Couch run this morning, in the beautiful 63 degree sunshine of Houston after that ice storm, I was thinking that if the writers of Downton Abbey couldn’t address the Anna/Bates problem, I would just indulge my guilty pleasure of pop music and forget Downton Abbey and watch The Grammies.

But then Daft Punk accepted their award in space masks.  And Katy Perry showed up in a Vampirella costume for some sort of Halloween dance to a song that didn’t seem evil or anything, but it sure was boring.



And then they started some kind of TRIBUTE to Chicago, the band, like they are old or something, and it took me a minute but then I realized Mr. Blurred Lines was singing a TRIBUTE, to, well, anyone, and so I decided maybe I wasn’t the target audience for the Grammy Awards anymore, and so forget them!  PBS is cool.  So.  There. Continue reading

Music, Sameness and Difference

One of my December rituals since the advent of internet radio is to listen to the top songs of the year. Each year I am disappointed more than the last. Surely, I think, these songs are simply terrible. They all sound the same! They’re all uniformly loud and obnoxious! Get off my lawn! My colleague teased me that it was simply a sign of growing older: all non-young people are appalled by music young people prefer.

But now I have data.

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