And The Winner Is…me…ho Hey. ;-)

Cheyenne had me tape the Grammy Awards so we could watch it together when she got home from visiting her dad’s house.  Wow.  Three and a half hours.  Watching the entirety of that show was a feat for me even with the ability to fast forward through the incredible number of commercials.  I am not all that great at endurance television – especially when it is an award ceremony where increasingly I recognize fewer of the artists.

Amazingly, I still recognize some of the songs – that is what happens when you have a 13 year old in your house and car.  You hear a few tunes over and over and before you know it you are walking around humming them.  I find that phenomenon a bit maddening.  I don’t know the artists or most of the words, but the tune is on loop.  I hummed that Call Me Maybe song for weeks.

One thing I found to be discouraging about the Grammy Awards is that I recognized so many more of the artists and songs in the In Memorium presentation than in the nomination categories.  Apparently, time is marching and rocking on with or without me.  Who knew?  It doesn’t seem like it was all that long ago that I had my finger on the pulse of current music…but my finger must have fallen asleep. There are so many new faces in the music industry that I do not know these days.

But what the heck, I didn’t sit through the Grammy Award show because I expected to see long lost friends or be wowed by musical performances. I sat through the show because my 13 year old asked me to watch it with her.  And if there is one thing I have learned over time it is this, kids grow up and parents grow out of touch with them.  So I watched it with Cheyenne, and if that means I need to go around humming the Lumineers’ Ho Hey song and repeating Taylor Swift’s verse – “We are never ever getting back together!” – for a couple of weeks I am just fine with that. 😉

Day one thousand three hundred and sixteen of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

3 Responses

  1. Barbara

    That last paragraph–it’s not surprising that you have such cool kids, each of them one-of-a-kind and free-to-be-themselves. 🙂

  2. Stephanie Stanislao

    Ms. C, I’m 22-years-old and I don’t even know half the music that was up for nominations! I grew up listening to the music my parents listened to in the ’60’s and 70’s, and of course great country from the late ’80’s and early ’90’s. Don’t feel so bad 🙂

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