Cameron Carpenter – 10 CC

I am becoming a crusty antiquated old man. I don’t feel old but the numbers don’t lie. I am slowly losing touch with technology, music and fashion. I still think I’m hip but now more time is spent worrying about my hip than being hip. I guess saying hip is no longer hip. One of the highlights of the weekend was picking up four new pairs of “readers” at Dollarama and getting a new battery for my watch. Not a Fitbit, not an Apple, but a watch, which I use for telling time.  I am entering my Grandpa Simpson years.

Roxanne Tellier – Enjoy Every Sandwich

Somehow, at some point, without even realizing it, I’ve slipped into the “enjoy every sandwich” part of my life.

Pat Blythe: The Women of Rock – Part Four

Hello everyone. Let’s give a warm welcome to Debbie and Cyndi. Two unique women who dance to their own drummers and whose talents encompass a variety of musical fields in two decidedly different decades. These ladies can pop and rock, disco down or jazz it up, sing the blues, or pour their soul into a ballad. Their many talents run the full gamut and they have led the way for a new kind of woman in music, adding their own twist and turns to rock and roll. Quirky, outrageous, individualistic, sexy, ballsy, entertaining, exuberant, clever, brilliant, artistic and really, really smart.

Frank Gutch Jr: The Grammys: The Decline of the Major Labels (and Civilization) Continues; When Three Bands (Don’t) Collide; Michael Fennelly— On Vinyl; For the Tots at Christmas— Goodnight Songs; Plus N-n-n-notes…..

Every year I get my hopes up and every year the so called experts behind the Grammy’s dash them against the rocks like fishkill, blood and brain cells covering the entire music industry with fresh stench in the form of what they claim to be “the best”—  their words, not mine.

Justin Smallbridge: Your Grammy – Elderly, sweet, well-meaning, frequently confused and utterly clueless

The Grammys are over for another year. The record business has been putting on this self-congratulatory wingding for 55 years now, and as much as things change, it’s good to know there are some traditions that last, like the tradition of having an annual televised music awards show. It’s even more poignant now, with both the music and television businesses collapsing. In just a couple more years, The Grammys will seem as much of a relic of a forgotten, bygone past as whatever it is Mumford & Sons thinks they’re doing.

And what is that, exactly? I’ve tried to figure it out, but I haven’t had much success.

Cameron Carpenter: The ABC’s Of Rock’n’Roll – “Get Up And Get Your Grammy Out Of Here”

Apologies to Kiss for the title.

I am a sucker for awards shows. When the rabbit ears permit I will watch them all. Of course music award shows are closest to my heart and the Grammy Awards are at the top of the heap.

In January of 1986 I started working at MCA Records Canada as Motown Records Label Manager.  Motown had been distributed by Quality Records in Canada but when MCA bought a stake in the legendary label the distribution moved over to MCA and I moved along with them.

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.