The Grammy's of 2017

The outfits were too skimpy, too sparkly, too revealing, too oddly colorful, too outlandish--
what happened to just looking nice, wearing your good dress up clothes and not simply going for the outrageous look.

I can't really comment on the music as that, for the most part, left me behind two decades ago. Certainly many of the performers are talented but I can't listen to the music they make without cringing. That even goes for the new country stars--it all sounds so whiny to me. And this from someone who likes country music.

Some of the songs went on and on and on and I couldn't decipher a single word being said. Apparently several were political in tone but you couldn't prove it by me. Beyonce's thing was overblown and heavy on theatrics, less on music but the critics apparently loved it. I didn't get it.

Sometimes I feel more like an old fuddy dud than usual. And truly, while watching the Grammy Awards, I exhibited every caricature of a stuffed shirt. I tsk'd, I harrumphed, I snorted my derision, and I crowed repeatedly to my son how much better music was in "my day". I lifted my ear horn and squinted at the screen for almost two of the four hours of the show and then had had enough. Off I went to put on my nightcap and soothe myself with a little Johnny Cash. How did I get so old?

Soup Suppers and Songs

I had a GREAT IDEA last year and I told my friend, Kim, about it. Kim, knowing that I am the queen of procrastinators, took it upon herself to put the GREAT IDEA into action right away. She invited about four families over and had each of them make a pot of soup and bring it and Ta Da!! the SOUP SUPPERS (MY GREAT IDEA)were started. Now we, a loose gathering of 4-6 families, get together a couple of times a month, for soup. We talk and laugh, occasionally play a game or sing, but mostly just enjoy being together. Its great fun and cheap. {If you want to be invited, let me know--it's not an exclusive group}

As we were sitting around talking at our last soup supper, Sandy mentioned that she had been watching MTV (not because she's shallow and has no purpose in her life) and found out that Prince's song "Little Red Corvette" does not refer to a car. (I'm not going to explain it-but call me and I'll give you Sandy's number). Other song titles were brought up that were euphemistic, or as I like to say, downright misleading, including the Beatle's "Norwegian Wood", the Doors, "Light My Fire"--and others that I can't remember now. I have to believe some of Elton John's titles would be on the list as well as Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4".

I felt very naive but reassured that at least the country music people know how to title their songs; "Liked you better before I knew you so well" or "Her teeth was stained but her heart was pure" or "If I had shot you when I wanted to I'd be out by now".
It could be that my sense of humor is only getting more juvenile as I get older.