So last night I was watching the Grammys.
It's not that I wanted to. I can't remember the last time I watched the show. But I have this blog now, and I was sorely in need of something to blog about before Steff took out her whip and started threatening me again (though how she ever got the whip back after I sold it to that squirrel in the two-piece, I'll never know). So I thought I would watch the Grammys to see if anything jumped out at me.
There was a theme running throughout the show last night. No, I'm not talking about the Dixie Chicks winning everything they were nominated for. Though if they had appeared on my TV screen just one more time last night the topic today would have been how the Grammys cost me my sanity (hush Steff....... I heard that).
The theme I'm referring to was even more insidious and hideous than that. I'm talking about the constant reminder to vote for one of the three young ladies for their chance to sing and dance on stage with Justin Timberlake. Actually, this theme has been running for months. Every time I turned my TV to my local CBS station, there was Justin on the screen with the big scary announcer voice telling us about the contest to sing with Justin.
And every time the commercial came on, there was only one thing that would run through my mind: This was the same Justin who dissed Taylor Hicks and, to a lesser degree, American Idol last August.
Don't let the calm sentence fool you. If you had seen me in person whenever the commercial came on, you would have thought I was a raving lunatic for yelling at the TV (again, hush Steff).
I tried to forget the not-so-little barb Justin threw at Taylor all those months ago, but I just can't. He said that Taylor can't, and I quote, "carry a tune in a bucket." That's not something easily forgotten. He also said that he despised American Idol. Yet he does an AI stunt for the Grammys.
Maybe this was his way of apologizing to AI for his comment. Will he continue that apology by singing a duet with Taylor next?
That first sound you hear are thousands of Soul Patrollers screaming foul at the thought of someone like Justin ever being allowed into the same studio as Taylor. The other sound you hear are the chants of the rest of the Soul Patrollers calling for me to be tarred and feathered (no, Steff, you can't bring the whip into this) for mentioning such a foul thought.
Some day I hope to be able to hear Justin Timberlake's name or see him on my TV screen without getting upset. But that day isn't here yet.
Tags: Taylor Hicks, American Idol, Birmingham, Alabama
