Call Me Daft, But That Isn’t PunkPosted: January 27, 2014
I love music.
I don’t watch The Grammys.
Times change, I realize that. The generation before mine didn’t like the music that mine did, just as generations upon generations before ours did. Abraham Lincoln once said to his son, Robert “four score and seven years ago, we didn’t listen to this crap”. Abe’s honest assessment is as true today as it was back in the (18)’60’s.
So I didn’t know until I checked Twitter this morning that a band called Daft Punk existed. Perhaps that puts me in a very specific age niche – old enough not to know Daft Punk exists, young enough to use Twitter. “Daft Punk” I thought, “I love punk rock. I should listen to some of my Ramones or Dead Kennedys music today. Maybe I’ll buy some Daft Punk too.”
Fortunately, there is this thing called the internet, where you can check things out before you buy them. The internet taught me that if I’d bought a Daft Punk album on iTunes I would have contacted customer service and complained that I’d received a bad download.
THAT’S Grammy Worthy?
Now, Daft Punk apparently won a Grammy, which is an indicator that people consider them good. They aren’t. Perhaps you’re wondering how not good they are. On the Standard Measurement Scale Of Not Good, Daft Punk is exactly on the “oh, the humanity” mark. Those of you who are familiar with the Standard Measurement Scale Of Not Good know that “oh, the humanity” is right next to the top of the scale, just below “game over, man, game over”.
My research told me that the music Daft Punk puts out is not punk rock, nor any other form of good music. I also learned that the band is two guys who perform in helmets so they’ll look like robots.
So two men who “perform” in helmets received an award for music that includes them singing. When I realized that, I could not help thinking of the “band” Milli Vanilli. Remember them? Grammy for Best New Artist…and then it turned they couldn’t sing the music they accepted an award for.
Perhaps I’m the only one who wonders about such things. But as Abraham Lincoln used to say “I’ve got no way of knowing for a fact, but I’m just sayin’ “.
He Crafted The Song And The Guitar He Played It On.
Perhaps if Guy Clark performed in a helmet he wouldn’t have had to wait until he was seventy-two years old to get the Grammy he’s deserved for decades.
Even righting a wrong isn’t enough to change my mind.
Next year, I’ll skip the Grammys again.