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<I>We murder to dissect.</I>&#151;William Wordsworth

The Grammy Awards are that one Sunday night every January, when for a few brief hours, I try to imagine what people on other continents (in not other planets) think of America when they watch this silly, frivolous, super glam display of Las Vegasness come to the Staples Center. How incredibly ridiculous we must look to the rest of the world. During the telecast, I’m liable to claim I’m from Canada. By the end, I want to take a shower and scrub off the sleaze. The whole thing is so bad, so not about music, that I have to change channels throughout the telecast if only to cleanse my palette. Last night at one point, I flipped over to the hi def Palladia network and there was a Britney video of her tune, “Womanizer,” which was nominated for a Grammy but lost to Lady Gaga. Owing to the fact that much of the video takes place in a sauna, with Brit writhing around nude (creatively covering her nasty bits), the contrast between Spears skin and the absolute nonsense that was goin’ on in L.A. made Little Miss Crazy look like the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields.

Might as well add this one to the list.

Wild. Peacocks and stuff.

Here's the video for 2009's "Single of the Year" (as determined by me), the undeniably catchy "Life Magazine," by <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/love_comes_close/">Cold Cave</a>.

The Jazz Loft Project is one of the most fascinating documents of multiple obsession—an obsession about an obsessive’s obsession—and it’s worth checking out in multiple media.

And, dang it, just when I thought it was safe to check my e-mail, it turns out that <a href="http://www.myspace.com/ganggangdance">Gang Gang Dance</a>’s long out-of-print 2005 release, the highly acclaimed <i>God’s Money</i>, is available again&#151and on vinyl, hallelujah. A note from <a href="http://www.thesocialregistry.com/index2.html">The Social Registry</a>, another one of my favorite labels: