The Grammys are like manic-depressives. One minute, they have it all together, the next, they’re making desperate pleas for attention and acting out in horrifying ways. That’s not to make light of manic-depressives, but definitely to make light of the recording academy, who sees fit to award “My Humps” and other travesties but occasionally doing extraordinary things. This year, for example, Arcade Fire’s The Suburbs is up for Album of the Year and Cee-Lo Green’s fantastic kiss-off “F*** You” is a contender for both Song and Record of the Year.
But who has the time to analyze each of the 100-plus categories? So look for my picks on my Twitter page.