My friend Sara spent this morning in anticipation and elation, with the expectation that her kid’s album “Big Kid” would be nominated for a Grammy today. It was a crushing disappointment when it didn’t appear on the list of nominations.
I felt bad for her, but only in a slight way: she is such a wonderful person, beloved by a solid base of fans, a wonderful husband and beautiful girls; and I have never met anyone as talented. In my mind, a Grammy would just be superfluous, and I know that she is happy with her life the way it is. That doesn’t negate the fact that being nominated for the award would be a great honor, especially considering that the album includes a song sung by her daughter.
Tomorrow she will have to go to a Grammys meeting — she’s on the NARAS board — and face her disappointment at it’s source.
I wish I knew what to say to her as we commiserated over the phone, I wish that I could have been there to give her a hug, tell her that it doesn’t matter, and then have a big old margarita.
We all now know what it feels like to optimistically expect something, whether an award or a new president. I guess that disappointment is pretty much a fact of life these days.
Out of all the major awards for entertainment, it’s a safe bet that the Grammys are the ones that make horrible choices more than any other. Sure, I’ll get mad at the Oscars when say ‘The English Patient’ beats out ‘Fargo’ or ‘Titanic’ beats ‘L.A. Confidential’ but for the most part they’re ok. The Grammys on the other hand are a perpetual load of pure horses**t.
Take a look at Grammy winners sometime, really- I challange you to do a search and see some of the names that were deemed ‘best’ at anything. It’s a good bet that Sara would be proud to NOT be included on any list with them.
I know that for me, everyday that I’m not included on a list with Axl Rose is a good day.
..but it would have been nice.