I watched the 49th Annual Grammys just long enough to see the Police jam out an extended version of "Roxanne" and Tony Bennett throw out an awkward plug for Target. I couldn't really ask for any more. As far as the actual awards go, the Dixie Chicks were the night's big winners, taking home five awards including Album of the Year and Song of the Year. Makes you wonder where the industry was a few years ago when the band was having its albums steamrolled.
But the highlight of the night was far a
The New York Times Magazine's Lynn Hirschberg ponders this crucial matter and concludes that Rubin, the Def Jam impresario/producer (Jay-Z, Beastie Boys, Slayer, Dixie Chicks, Johnny Cash and 17,000 others) who's now employed by Columbia Records, just may be the mensch to prevent this Titanic from sinking. Or is he merely rearranging the deck chairs on said vessel? I dunno; I can't think of anything right now except for Rubin's beard...
But seriously, the feature's interesting, especially if
