***I watched the whole darn program. I watched Lady Gaga come out of an egg. I watched Justin Bieber make hip-hop look cute. I watched Bob Dylan enyoy being Bob Dylan.
I watched The Claymaker, Clay Matthews of the World Champion Green Bay Packers (yeaAAAAA!!!), say a few words because he's damn cool for a football player. I saw M&M (at last that's what they said his name was) imitate the moves of his physical therapist, Dr. Dre.
I watched when a woman sing about where her favorite dog was buried (honest to God!). I watched Mick Jagger give a lesson in knowing how it's done. I watched Mick Jagger give me a lesson in the benefits of staying thin. I watched and realized I have been listening to Barbra Streisand all my life, and I haven't gotten tired of it.
I watched and realized that Rihanna the singer has nothing to do with Rhiannon, the Welsh witch the Fleetwood Mac sang about in 1978.
And I kept thinking, they still save the big awards for last.
But in the end, more disappointment knocked on my door.
So where was Grammy for Best Ventriloquist Recording? Best New Ventriloquist?
I did write them. I asked them to consider Budding Ventriloquist Presents Gridiron Gurus as a 20-track Album of the Year. I asked them to consider Week 8: The Blair Guru Project for some individual special consideration. And, I specifically asked them to just consider the audio of George and I singing Sleigh Ride and Auld Lang Syne.
Unlike last year when I bemoaned the Grammy snub, this year I did produce a body of work worthy of note, did I not?
I usually don't get this way, but I just want to say to them (whoever or whomever "them" are):
The real answer to this issue is Budding Ventriloquist: The Podcast. Tha'da-ed teach'em.