The 2014 Grammys and malbec go together like wine and everything else every day of my life. Kendrick Lamar was robbed in broad nightlight. Revenge will be sought. So yeah, in a nutshell, this is what I learned:
Pharrell Williams gave everyone a preview of his halloween costume.
Guess I can’t be Indiana Jones this year. Damnit.
Kendrick Lamar is perfect.
I would have locked him down as my prom date and future boyfriend so fast in high school. We could have awkwardly slow danced to Vitamin-C’s “Graduation” whilst daydreaming about our future. Hey Kendrick, call me… not maybe. Call me for real.
Rita Ora is my bff in my head.
Move over, Jennifer Lawrence, you are no longer my #1. Rita Ora just turned the imaginary bff game upside down. Multi-color packman nails? SIGN. ME. UP. Besties fo’ lyfe. Rita, have your people call my people (my mom) and let’s set up a time to hang out. Maybe we can go to an amusement park or I can be your +1 to an exclusive hollywood party in which I meet Drake and we get married… You can pick.
Kevin Hart is so small.
I didn’t just learn this tonight. But I did learn he is an entire torso shorter than everyone else in the world.
The term “baby bump” is uncomfortable.
Just stop it. Stop. Traffic terminology is not acceptable when referencing pregnancy.
Lorde needs to be diagnosed with arthritis.
There is no other explanation for the clenching of the fingers. I’m not even a doctor and I know claw hands are not a desirable trait to have. She’s either secretly practicing witchcraft or preparing for Halloween as an elderly woman.
Broomsticks double as stripper poles.
I knew witches and wizards had a little something extra with wands and pointy hats, but now you’re telling me their brooms are also stripper poles? Some people have all the luck. I see you winding and grinding up on that pole, Hermoine.
Headgear is on the cusp of becoming a fashion staple.
LL Cool J has worn the same newsboy hat since ’93. Daft Punk with star wars helmets. Pharrell embodying Indiana Jones. Zac Brown beanie swag.
John Legend looks like a cartoon.
Has anyone ever walked the earth as a living, breathing animation better than John Legend? A straight up cross between Cleveland from Family Guy and Gerald from Hey Arnold.
Taylor Swift is the most loveable and hateable person on the planet.
Her dancing. Her hair flipping. I love her songs. I can’t stand her being so shocked all the time. She knows she’s good – own it. Stop being all surprised people relate to you.
There are only six awards during the entire show.
This shouldn’t be considered an award show. It’s more of a two-hour time block in which you get a glimpse into every single possible facet of music using only the most famous and/or popular people in each genre. It’s like going to a music festival and only caring about three out of the ninety bands playing. Waste of time.
The circus revival is not going to happen until Barnum and Bailey both give Pink a personal phone call.
I mean seriously. How many times is this girl supposed to dangle from a sheet without a harness before they deem her worthy? She clearly wants in on the Ringling Bros. GIVE THE GIRL A CHANCE.
Visa Mastercard is doing Priceless Surprises and I need to have it happen to me.
Where do I sign up and how much money do I need to spend to have Aaron Paul and Kendrick Lamar show up at my doorstep and hang out with me?
Kendrick Lamar won the Grammys and punched the world right in the eyeball.
Don’t care how long Taylor Swift sultry stared into the camera demanding recognition for her relational hardships, or how mysterious Katy Perry’s mystical forest was, Kendrick just performed in an all white track suit and didn’t suck. Done.
Kacey Musgraves is better than TSwift and everyone needs to know it.
When you stop complaining about relationships when you’re pretty, rich, and famous, and be less annoying all around, you have Kacey Musgraves. Get it girl.
The Osbournes need to make their comeback and reclaim their throne as reality tv royalty.
Go away, Kardashians, the patriarch of the metal head family dynasty needs to return to MTV. Ozzy’s presentation delivery was phenomenal. And we need more of this in our lives.
Everyone now knows what a nursing home talent show would look like.
Willie Nelson and company showing us , literally how old they are. If your grandma asks you to come see her performance in the talent show at Sweet Acres Retirement Center, just respond with a, “Thanks, but I think I’ve had my fill of adult entertainment for a while.”
The Storm Troopers made an appearance.
Oh, wait. That was just Daft Punk being Daft Punk.
Kristen Stewart has passed the awkward torch.
Lorde just stole that flame; just absolutely the most awkward person on the planet channeling Elvira at the Grammys. And…. posture. Learn it, live it, love it.
Daft Punk needs to give a speech at my wedding.
I don’t care who I need to pay, or what soul I need to sell, it will happen, and it will be silent as hell.
Lindsey Buckingham made an appearance.
And Keenan Thompson wasn’t a part of it. I was praying on all deities for a What Up Wit Dat re-enactment. SNL for the win
Bolo ties are real, and they’re here to stay.
Macklemore, Bruno Mars, the NFL. Who’s next?
Madonna never left her music video.
In case you were wondering, the reigning Queen of Pop still thinks she’s in her music video for, “Don’t Tell Me,” cowboy hat included.
Kent Knappenberger needs to open up a restaraunt.
Mail it in on the teaching music. If I don’t have a Knappenburger with extra BBQ sauce and a side of onion rings by Friday, I’m quitting my job, renouncing my United States citizenship, and becoming a nomad (just kidding… unless it really happens). Also, if he didn’t win beard of the year award, it went to ZZ Top, and that’s fair, but I think they should do a recount.
White suits are the only way to establish dominance.
Backstreet Boys did it in the 90s, and 2014 is bringing it back. Kendrick Lamar, Imagine Dragons, and Daft Punk all asserting their power over the music industry with full on white on white suits. Just a sweatband and an Adidas high top sneaker away from an NBA practice squad.
Daft Punk got lucky.
In no way, shape, or form should they have beat out Kendrick Lamar. But the biggest cop out is the fact that they received this honor and can’t even speak for themselves. I can’t tell if I hate them or respect them for staying in character.
… and now it’s time for bed. Malbec and Meg out.