Grammy Noms: RANT WARNING

Perhaps I'm a music snob. There's a good chance of that, I'm sure.

Perhaps I'm too old for 'popular' music. There's a really good chance of that.

Perhaps I'm finally realizing how much say corporations have over music. How we are force fed what we are supposed to enjoy.

Regardless of any of these possibilities...

WTF are GRAMMY Nominations this year??

Taylor Swift won't go away. Accepted. Go ahead and give her a nomination for Album of the Year (Red).

But why are Macklemore and Ryan Lewis blowin up the noms list? I can't figure this out. Honestly. 'Thrift Shop' was cute and all. 'Same Love' was sweet. But was The Heist really better than so many other albums that came out last year? Honestly?!?

What are the chances Lana Del Rey will beat out Lorde for Best Pop Album? Slim. And what the hell is Bruno Mars doing on that list? That album has a song called 'Gorilla' on it. (Okay. I love that song. But a GRAMMY???) I love Justin Timberlake as much as the next person. But 'Suit & Tie' for best collaboration? Please.

Saving grace = Kendrick Lamar's nominations. Good Kid M.A.A.D City is a classic, hands down. I'm glad someone was paying attention. Great for Gary Clark, Jr and Tame Impala. We will see if they actually win any of their respective awards.

Looks like Lorde got in the way of Ariana Grande. Kanye and Rihanna got slightly shunned. Loud and My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy were just too good. Sometimes it's hard to top yourself. If Macklemore wins Best Rap Album I give up on the human race. Magna Carta didn't deserve a nomination, either, but we all know Jay-Z rules the world.

I haven't decided if I'm boycotting the GRAMMYs this year. Chances are I'll be working, anyway. Plus I don't have cable.

With what there is to 'look forward' to, it won't be hard to miss.

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