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Grammy Hiatus

I've taken a 10-year hiatus from the Grammy's.  But, a snowstorm that has left us sequestered with a fire burning in the fireplace and the kids early to bed has left me with a rare opportunity to sit and watch a show I used to love to watch all the time.

I find my self tripping down memory lane.  My pre-married life was spent on the edges of the music industry.  I worked for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, which afforded me the opportunity to see a minimum of 20 high-profile music acts each year.  I got to be in close proximity to many of those acts, and it was always fun to watch the music award shows.  When one of the acts I may have met would win an award, somehow, it kind of felt like a distant cousin had done well.

One thing disturbed me greatly about this show.  I was quite excited about the fact that some of my favorites would be playing - however, I do not like it when the intros include statements such as, "a living legend" and instead of the actual artist, there is a "tribute" by today's artists.  I think they are implying that my favorites are old.  Which means that I am no longer as hip or cool as I was under the impression that I was. 

I find myself sitting with a confused expression as I watch weird Mickey Mouse light up masks.  I do not know half the artists, and I find their "music" to be less than appealing.  I would classify it more as noise.  Which makes me think that I heard my mother say something similar years ago. 

Oh. No.

It has just occurred to me that I am officially old.  Break out the cane, lap quilt, and hot tea......

Wait.  I can stop this.  I will be rushing out as soon as the snow stops to purchase the latest CDs - Bruno Mars, Adele, Rhianna, Lady Goo Goo, I mean Ga Ga or whatever.  I can turn back time, I know it!  What's that you say?  No CDs?  Download it? 

Nevermind.  I think I will just accept my age, embrace my old favorites, and go to bed.

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