Although I dervive great enjoyment (and occasionally mild heart-attacks) by reading End Of Year music lists, I have no interest whatsoever in The Grammy Awards. Partly because they're so boring and stodgy and mostly because their musical taste have no correlation with my own. Unlike, say, the Oscars which will usually showcase at least one or two of films I've loved during that year, The Grammys are annually an impenetratable minefield of U2 albums. This year however, they've actually pulled a few surprises out of the bag. Nominating the psychotically brilliant "Before He Cheats" for a couple of awards including Best Song, for example. Yet one choice fills me with wonder, horror and amusement. Lemme show you:
Best New Artist
Okay, you could quibble with the Winehouse being on the list, but direct your eyes upwards to that first name. Leslie Fiest has released three albums since 1999 (four if you include last year's remix album). She's collaborated with Broken Social Scene since 2000 and has been mixing and shakin' with various groups and solo stars for yeeeeears. I'm not arguing that she shouldn't be recognised, but just because one has a iPod commercial that brought one's music to the masses doesn't mean one is a new artist. She already won a New Artist of the Year in 2005, anyway.