Dear Grammy Voters and Any Who Help Produce The Show,
You suck. You are lame and you suck, and your lame suckiness reaches hitherto unexplored realms of craptastic lame suckiness. Suck.
You are old, and out of touch, and have a curious penchant for heaping awards on dead people. Ray Charles didn't become great because he died or somebody made on overrated movie about him; he's always been great. But giving him eight posthumous awards, like when you threw a few statues to the Johnny Cash estate a little while back, is just confusing. It's like you sense a trend about to pass you by, so you might as well jump on it for a little while. You're like that guy who finally bought a trucker hat in late 2004, only to realize that whole thing was long over and that kids who wear trucker hats are bad people. You guys suck.
Another example: last year you gave Fountains of Wayne a nod for Best New Artist, despite the fact that their first album came out in 1996. But they land "Stacy's Mom" on the radio, not even their best work, and you guys go bananas.
And why give an award to that creepy moaning song from The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King? You're, like, a year late, you old sucky losers. And the song's not even good.
And what do your categories even mean? What's the difference between Record of the Year and Song of the Year? Or the difference between R&B Album and Contemporary R&B Album? You guys suck so much. No one watches your show, and all musicians everywhere are disappointed that the only award they can shoot for is the one you losers hand out.
Thanks For Your Time,
Daniel Carlson