I always get quite excited when the Brits come around every year, mainly because it's the only music awards show I can watch that doesn't even staying up until 4am streaming on my laptop from the states. And I always feel a bit sorry for them. In true British fashion, they never seem to have the same seem less gracefulness that the Grammys and the Oscars and even the Bafta have. And of course last night's was no exception. It felt the whole way through that the producers were rushing to get through everything, made even more evident by cutting Adele's speech for the biggest award of the night (soooo awkward). There was some pretty good performances (Bruno, Florence, Ed) and some really really not so good performance (Olly Murs - eek, that weird Noel Gallagher song consisting of just 3 words). But nothing could have prepared me for the disaster of Blur who closed the show. I know some people believe it to be sacrilege to bad mouth Blur, and don't get me wrong I'm not denying their success - I actually really like them, but that performance was just strange. Unfortunately Damon Albarn is 43, not 23 when all the music they played last night was released and it really showed. Their performance of Parklife with Phil Daniels speaking was like watching two drunk men wandering around in Slough on a Saturday night after the Rugby. I suppose in a way it was quite British in this way, this would absolutely never happen in the US...
So my point is, after the Blur catastrophe I actually went through my music collection, found the old Blur albums and listened just to remind myself of how good they once were! They really were so good...
And so my record of the day is: Blur - Song 2 (from their fifth studio album Blur, 1997)
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