We are right in the middle of that time of year called awards season.
We've already suffered through the People's Choice Awards (snore), and then of course the always intoxicating (and intoxicated) Golden Globes, the snooze-fest more commonly referred to as the Screen Actor's Guild awards were up next and now the Grammy's have aired.
The Grammy Awards have been having a hard time of late trying to keep their grasp on the music scene. Quite a few years ago, they eliminated the best metal performance (just because we don't think it takes talent to scream into a microphone, doesn't mean it should be overlooked entirely) and they have yet to add a category for indie pop.
The Grammy's have become watered down, and don't take risks with their nominees and eventual winners.
They are trying earnestly to be the Oscars of the music scene, but most people know that the Golden Globes are holding more and more clout as the years slip by (Ben Affleck not getting an Oscar nod?).
Music is a form of art, and for art to really breathe and inject itself into society and the collective, it can't be watered down or overly censored.
And that's exactly what the Grammy's have chosen to do this year.
A now-infamous press release blanketed the Internet last week explaining that to attend the show, you had to abide by a strict dress code: no bare bums, female breasts or puffy bare skin exposure.
What is puffy bare skin exposure? It sounds like that would be caused by some kind of communicable disease.
So are we to assume that Justin Bieber's bare chest is all systems go, never mind Lil Wayne and his pants that are held up by a wish and a prayer.
Katy Perry was one of the ladies that threw caution to the wind Sunday, and was proudly showing off her assets at the ceremony.
The TV audience was no doubt half expecting ninjas to descend from the roof and pluck her and her ample bosums from her seat. Thankfully, that didn't occur.
It was last year that Chris Brown got more stage time than any other musician during the awards.
You remember him, the punk that beat up Rhianna and then just recently lied about completing his community service and totaled his car.
Beating a women - that's not offensive at all, but side boob - forget about it.
Of course, every awards ceremony makes judgment mistakes. For instance, Tony Bennett took the gramophone in 1995 for best album with MTV Unplugged. The rocking Bennett beat out Tori Amos, Green Day, Beastie Boys, Oasis, R.E.M. and Pearl Jam, among others.
But again, the truly offensive stuff is when the women, the pretty pretty women show too much cleavage.
God forbid.
The music scene's landscape has been totally retuned in the last 10 years. People aren't going to music stores to buy albums, instead they are sitting on the couch and buying singles or the full albums from iTunes and the like. The question is: What is mainstream music?
Is there any music that can't be considered mainstream anymore, now that we have the Internet?
Gone are the days when hiphop artists distributed their music via mixtapes to their friends hoping for a record deal, now with torrents and iTunes the playing field has been levelled.
It's time for the Grammy's to catch up to the times and stop being misogynistic. Don't worry about butt crack and instead concentrate on what is really popular in the music scene.
