Bob whines about The Misuse of Paul McCartney by He Who Shall Remain Nameless and Other Stuff at the 2015 Grammys

I’m pumped for Monday’s column on The 2019 Grammys. So pumped, that I thought I would post this excerpt from my column on the 2015 Dog and Pony Show just to prove I’m not a Johnny-Come-Lately Hater of stupid decisions and pairings that are far worse than Beluga Caviar and Root Beer or Lobster Tails and Gummy Bears.

On Monday, You will also see that (as much as I would have Loved to), I didn’t quite catch the Train of Forgiveness (sometimes known as the “Well, it was better than the last one so I enjoyed it” cult) and still have plenty of bones to pick. If you’re not familiar with my style of glib sarcasm and arrogant posing, this will set you straight. And this year we will be starting with the “Red Carpet” arrivals of dresses being worn by “Celebrities”, or “Celebrities” dates. Please join me (Why? …am I coming apart?)

The column the following excerpt is from, can be found in its entirety HERE. 

Cameron Carpenter – The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

When someone finds out what my profession is, one of the first questions they ask is who is/was your favourite artist to work with. This is usually followed by asking who was the most difficult. A couple of names always come to mind.

Cameron Carpenter: The ABC’s Of Rock’n’Roll – D2

My second most asked question (right after “where does your forehead actually end”?) is who is your favourite artist to work with? It is usually followed by who was the biggest pain in the ass?

One of the biggest assets in becoming good at A&R, artist relations, publicity, management or virtually any job that puts you in direct contact with artists, is the ability to get along with them, reading their moods, and being able to make them feel at ease in almost any situation. You also need to know how to get them out of any situation without making them look like it was their idea.

JAIMIE VERNON: Grammys and JUNOS and Whitney, Oh My!

It’s been a very long time since music dominated an entire week of news cycles let alone an entire 24 hours. The last time was the week Michael Jackson died from the enabling ‘care’ of a money-hungry, ass-kissing physician that all but put a gun in Jackson’s mouth. Thankfully, the weasel is in jail. Police, however, are still looking for the surgeon that turned Jackson into a Caucasian.