IIt’s shocking I know, but an awards ceremony with at least 683 distinct categories, which takes about four days to pass and almost certainly has a gong for the best choirs in a classic rap crossover in the Portuguese language, has stumbled upon again with Problems amid allegations of an opaque and complex voting system that some artists claim damages the integrity of the process.
This year there were no Grammy nominations for The Weeknd, one of the world’s biggest and best-selling pop stars, who headlined the Super Bowl halftime show in February before around 96 million viewers. After being left out, The Weeknd has announced that it will no longer submit its music for consideration, blaming its exclusion on “secret committees” and the lack of transparency. His announcement followed tweets from Zayn Malik, who criticized the awards for allowing “favoritism, racism and networking policies to influence the voting process.” Drake and Frank Ocean have also been critical of the grammys in recent years; the New York Times notes that surprisingly the last black artist to win Album of the Year was Herbie Hancock, in 2008, for River – his tribute to Joni Mitchell.
After the week’s big interview, you know, David Baddiel astutely tweeted that the sequel is “what happens when an institution that has always depended to some extent on silence has to exist in a world that is no longer silent.” The sentiment fits much more than the royal family. For all the fun, pomp, and goofiness, and I love a good red carpet, there are plenty of awards shows in a gray area of back-scratching and behind-the-scenes brokerage and they’ve done it for as long as they’ve been around. However, that depends on a silence that begins to break.
People will always argue that anyone who complains is simply hurt because they have been overlooked, but the Weeknd’s exclusion is undeniably strange, if not downright belligerent. Such omissions devalue the Grammys, in the same way as not even nominating. I can destroy you it devalued the Golden Globes. It makes the old institutions seem outdated, creaky and inadequate for their purpose and that, in turn, makes the audience less interested. I’m sure the pandemic didn’t help, but the Golden Globes lost two-thirds of its audience this year and had its lowest rating among 18-49-year-olds. Unless they adapt, the awards run the risk of becoming irrelevant.
Patricia Lockwood’s e-book left me questioning my internet use
During the first confinement, which now seems like years ago, still filled with a sense of new free time that could be used creatively, rather than in a guilty and haggling state of inertia, I set about trying to read the long list of women. fiction award. (I suppose viewing awards as reading lists / movie lists / playlists is a good argument against burning them all entirely.) I appreciated the guide and got a good chunk of it, thanks, in large part, to the excellent service from the local library. . Until last year, I had no idea that libraries were offering e-books and audiobooks and while I don’t understand why there is still a waiting list for something without physical form, it has been a blessing. I’ve become evangelical about telling people that they can borrow e-books, for free, so if you didn’t already know, consider this my gift to you.
This year’s long list has been announced and it’s a mouthwatering selection, from Dawn French to Raven Leilani, from Ali Smith to Brit Bennett. Turns out, I’ve already read three of the nominees, and one of the top favorites is Patricia Lockwood’s clever and brilliant book. Nobody is talking about this, which has made me question my daily use of the Internet, in addition to alternating between laughter and sobs. When the list came up, I captured the screen of the nominees, went straight to my BorrowBox app, and booked eight of them, all thanks to the local library. At the very least, it should mean that some of my outrageous screen lock time has been taken advantage of.
Adam Driver, a shoo-in to the best jumper
Last week, Britain was a nation divided once again, between young and old, royalists and republicans, left and right, rich and poor, but there was at least one thing we all agreed on: Adam Driver didn’t know? did he look good in his sweater? On Instagram, Lady Gaga shared a first look at her new movie, the Ridley Scott biopic, in which Gaga plays Patrizia Reggiani, the wife of Driver’s Maurizio Gucci. The idea of something or someone overshadowing a woman who will always be associated with the words “meat” and “dress” would once have been ridiculous, but there was something about Driver’s flawless knitwear that took her gaze away from Gaga and her. looked directly at him. .
The internet loved it, turning it into instant meme stuff; not since Chris Evans in Knives out It has a thick fabric made for both a man. I admired it from its high collar to its intricate pattern and it took me back to the glory days of Sarah Lund’s knitwear in The murder.The only problem is that the weather in the UK is slowly turning springtime; it is cruel to remind us of the cozy power of thick fabric, just in time to put away sweaters.
George is Digismak’s reported cum editor with 13 years of experience in Journalism