I've been in a Theraflu-induced haze for the past few days and have been missing out on all sorts of fun things like seeing Will Sheff play a solo show at Cafe Du Nord and hanging out with my friends Fil and Poe who were in town with Duncan Sheik last night. :(
In my stupor of sickness I have watched a lot of TV. The GRAMMY Telecast was especially underwhelming this year. How did I ever watch any awards telecast without the DVR-power of being able to fast forward through most of it? Christina Aguilera's rendition of Donny Hathaway's "A Song For You" (OK I know Leon Russell wrote it, but I'm familiar with Donny's version) was exciting in theory, but her vocal noodling combined with the avant jazz piano noodling just ended up making my brain hurt. Sure, they had a drummer backing them, but I couldn't find the beat for the life of me. Oh and the all-star celebrity jams, they're just embarrassing. Less is more, GRAMMY people. I'd rather see Keith Urban strumming on his acoustic than half the superstar attendees jamming with the reanimated Sly Stone.
And who was that random tattooed, faux-hawked, cutoff-sleeved-white-jacket wearing yahoo that sang with Fantasia during one of the many tribute medleys? He was so random that I don't even know how to google him.
In other TV news, the personalities on Project Runway are still captivating, but their creations are not. Santino, what was with that jumpsuit?? Where is the talent and promise we saw in you during the first few episodes??
This genius drawing came from a commenter to Santino's Myspace profile.
Tonight I'm also missing Chad VanGaalen who's opening for Mason Jennings' sold out show at Great American. I saw two of Chad's videos on Subterranean this weekend, and I think I might be in love with his music. Watch the video he made for "Clinically Dead" -- he does all the animation himself. I need to get a copy of his record Infiniheart.
And before I forget, read my review of "Danielson: A Family Movie" on SFist.
