The Vacaville Housewife: AMA? ACK!

I realize that this is a bit of a rant, and that I'm going to sound old and cranky. I actually am old and cranky, though, so that's not terribly surprising. Let's proceed.

I watched the American Music Awards last night. Well, I was in the room most of the time when the American Music Awards were on. Not usually my bag. In fact, I've never seen them before, but that's just how the TV planets aligned in our house, and long story short, I saw the AMAs. And I have to say...what the hell was that?

Is the dirty little secret of pop music that no one can carry a tune in a bucket? Usher

performed the most insipid, not catchy, off-key crap. He seemed like he needed a nap. Watching Nicki Minaj

confirmed to me that the wigs and costumes are to distract you from the the fact that there is no there there. A wildly manscaped (boyscaped?) Justin Bieber wore a little sleeveless

top and performed some oddly acoustic thing, obviously meant to show what a serious artist he is, and it was all off-key. Pink did some post-apocalyptic domestic violence

acrobat piece (with body paint--of course), once again an insipid, not-catchy piece of work. Carrie Underwood had a great dress on , and I think I might have liked her song (and I'm not a country music fan), had she been on key. It's bizarre--such mediocrity on an awards show. But don't record sales speak to who is the "best"? Why an awards show?

I have no problem with good pop music. Beyonce? Adele? Gwen Stefani? All great artists, all pop to the nth degree. Usher's song "OMG" (listen)--so fun, so catchy, and just a great piece of American pop. Pink's "Please Don't Leave Me" (listen) or "So What" (listen) and the rest of that Funhouse album is great pop music. So what the Sam Hill was all that tripe last night? The best part of the AMAs was Carrie Underwood