Well fancy mentioning the Grammys and forgetting the star turn, Whitney Houston. That was of course a joke. Whitney Houston has less personality than a lump of lard and far less flavor. What the hell is that all about?? When a hall full of Grammy groupies all feel the need to bring the house down for the woman who last did what, marry the greatest catch of all time Sir Bobbins Brown? The perfect couple, Mrs yuk and Master plonk (note,deliberate absence of capitals.) Maybe it’s time for Bobby to relaunch his ‘career’ and re release ‘My prerogative’ for the ? time. Talk about a career on one song, shame about the follow up(s)
Don’t you just love that ‘Clive Davis loves Whitney’ routine. Every opportunity he drools accolades over her, re invents her , she slides away again(thankfully) then it’s Grammy night and it’s all about the ego, Clive Davis and wheeling Whitney out. ( what a great idea for a board game ‘Wheeling Whitney Out’) He even has his own Clive pre Grammys party. Apparently it’s the place to be. Well it would be, Clive’s there!
I don’t dispute he did things in his day but he just can’t back off. His obsession with creating ’stars’ (the people we now call ’stars.’ The ones who get manufactured and propelled in to pop stardom and then can’t even get a lift to therapy from the ones who created them.) Their ego’s are too vast they have no time for failures. You’re done, I have my ego to take care of, you’re on your own. Clive just won’t let go, he just can’t bear it if he’s not in the spotlight. He’s done alright out of the business but when did the business last do alright by him and his short term pop star? Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson in a decade? They had a leg up but I think they’re fine doing it their way nowadays. Where the hell are the rest? Swept under the carpet so you won’t ever mention their names again. That really would not do!
Urgh, pukesville. What was all that blowing kisses and mouthing ‘I love you’ between the odd couple.GET A ROOM.! What place does that have, except of course, a global audience. I’ll cancel cable when we get The Clive and Whitney show’
The good thing is that it’s over, Clive, Whitney, The Grammys, Clive’s party, Clive’s ‘I’m an icon’ award. All done. Lord only knows what next year’s show has to offer. Maybe it’ll be Coldplay, U2, Clive Davis, Carrie Underwood, the list of inevitables goes on and on and on. Oh and Whitney Houston , her new dress and a new way of blowing kisses to Mr Showbiz.
And finally we had Paul McCartney from the greatest band the music business has, or ever will create, and on this night of the stars and together with a global audience they forgot to mention it was the 45th anniversary of The Beatles debut on The Ed Sullivan show. The rest as they say was history. The other ‘rest’ wasn’t.
