Wednesday, February 08, 2006

One Sweet Day?

Yes, I know that my Mariah Carey fandom sits wrong with lots of my friends and readers, but look: the sister and I go all the way back to 1990, when I bought her first album. I've been singing her songs into toothpaste tubes and loofah pads for 16 years—not just the singles, but the album tracks, the frigging B-sides (remember B-sides?)—and having stayed right by her side through the lean years of Glitter and Charmbracelet, it's not like I'm going to bail in the midst of her radio Renaissance. There is simply nothing to be done. I come with Mariah. It's a package deal. (And some of y'all out there who rag me on this but then get pippy and excited about Kelly Clarkson, I say, Heal thyself!)

So, though I will be teaching tonight—screening Paris Is Burning and Sandra Bernhard's Without You I'm Nothing for my Queer Cinema students, and therefore missing the Grammy telecast—I am rooting for my Emancipated girl, my tragic mulatta. A fan like me thinks back to 10 years ago this month, when Mariah headed into the ceremony tied for the most nominations (as she is this year), and promptly lost every. single. one. Reader, that can't happen this year. "We Belong Together" deserves some haul, at the very least in the Female R&B Solo Vocal category. "Mine Again," admittedly a tad oversung, and plagued like so much Mariahana with lame vestigial coloratura at the end, is still an inspired nominee in the Female Traditional R&B Vocal category. Song of the Year, where she is the only Record of the Year nominee to appear, is probably out of her reach, but if she loses to friggin' U2 or John Legend, I'm out. No way they'll give her Album of the Year, but a fan can dream.

I repeat: Just don't make her go home empty-handed. This girl had ZERO game face in '96, and just sat there glowering and stewing in the audience as all of her gewgaws drifted away. I can't watch that again, even in replay. And I certainly can't take another round of dish-smashing and Mariah di Lammermoor insanity. Act right, Grammy voters.

Meanwhile, over on Bravo, I want to see either Kara (especially) or the weirdly tail-spinning Nick (his work has been pretty wack since the Nicky Hilton ensemble) on the chopping block. Daniel V.'s immunity, secured last week, should free him up nice and good, to which I say, Daniel—take one of those relaxed moments and wave hello to me.

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Blogger Dr. S said...

I don't like Alicia Keys--never have. But damn, girl! I love the dress and shoes she wore last night. (I'm just checking the pictures now.) I would wear that dress in a heartbeat and a half. Sheryl Crow, on the other hand, needs to get some sort of support if she's going to wear things like what she wore.

I was sorry to read that Mimi only won three, and that they were all awarded pre-show.

8:09 AM, February 09, 2006  
Blogger Nick Davis said...

Well, taking for granted that the top three categories were bound to go to other nominees, and that she didn't much deserve the Pop Vocal nod for "It's Like That" — and given, too, that the girl hasn't won a thing since the year she was Best New Artist — I'm really psyched for her. I do wish at least one of them could have been on camera, though.

And though it's hard to pick sides when Mommies fight, I have to say: in a year where she has eight nominations, pushing Mariah to the dead-zone middle of the show so that non-nominated Madonna can open the show with such a lame rendering of "Hung Up" was really stupid.

9:19 AM, February 09, 2006  
Anonymous goatdog said...

I wish the Oscars would take a page from the Grammys and present more awards before the show. I propose the short films, costume design, sound editing, sound mixing, visual effects, and makeup. I'd propose original song too, but often the performances reach a sublime awfulness that I wouldn't want to miss. At approximately 8.4 minutes per category, I've just cut over an hour of their perpetuacast.

8:38 PM, February 09, 2006  
Blogger Nick Davis said...

Out, blasphemer! Not really. I love you, goatdog, you know I do. But I would cryyyy-eeee-yyyyyy if they ever truncated the Oscars like this. Drop the songs and the dance numbers, okay. Eliminate the host, fine. No arbitrary montages, absolutely. BUT NO UNTELEVISED AWARDS, PLEASE!!!!!! I need to know what Colleen Atwood and Sandy Powell and Gabriella Pescucci are wearing. I love the speeches by the creative teams. I love that it's the one night of the year where you can get popular recognition, even begrudgingly so, for being anything but a director or actor. The whole awards-in-the-rear-mezzanine situation last year was like a heresy to me.

9:49 PM, February 09, 2006  
Anonymous goatdog said...

OK, I'll give you all of the awards if we cut the host, the montages, and the songs. That would probably eliminate a good 45 minutes of running time, which is all I really want. I'm glad we could arrive at a middle ground, Nick. :)

I only developed this dislike for a long telecast when the host of the Oscar party I attend moved an extra hour's drive into the suburbs.

10:09 PM, February 09, 2006  
Blogger Dr. S said...

Though I believe in being careful what I wish for, I wish you'd come home and post a reaction to your election! Bah!

1:30 PM, February 13, 2006  
Blogger NATHANIEL R said...

I KNOW. Nick is totally trying the hardcore detox approach on my NicksFlickPicks obsession. Can't I at least get like a slowly weaning-me-off-the-drug-like small blogpost?

work with me here. I'm sweaty and shaking like a leaf.

10:38 AM, February 14, 2006  
Blogger Dr. S said...

On the other hand, I'm hoping nothing is wrong.

5:41 PM, February 14, 2006  

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