I don’t usually enjoy the Grammy Awards broadcast as a whole. It’s the sort of thing DVRs were made for — you can fast-forward through all the country music and just watch your favorites. (Kidding. Well, I’m not, but I fully support your right to listen to country music. Just not if I’m ever a passenger in your car, OK?)
But this year, I’ve been looking forward to the Amy Winehouse–Feist smackdowns for Best New Artist and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. They were even both scheduled to perform. Both of them!
Alas; as we all know, these have been trying times for Winehouse. She’s actually gone to rehab (yes), and even though she’s supposedly on the road back to health, the U.S. Embassy has denied her visa request. So unless she can find a way to sneak into the States (via a very large smuggler and a Winehouse-sized prophylactic, maybe?) she won’t be at the Grammy Awards.
Her publicists had this to say:
Couldn’t they do a satellite feed or something? She could even parody herself and sing “Rehab” from rehab. Might as well enjoy the irony.
[Update: Winehouse is indeed going to perform and accept awards via satellite. My tears dry on their own!]
I live in hope that we’ll someday see a healthy, happy Winehouse with a sense of humor about herself and the industry, because I swear I caught a glimpse of that person when I saw her in concert over the summer. I mean, she’s only 24 — she could have a long career if she manages to put the pieces back together.
But for now, I think I’ll just watch the “Rehab” video one more time! The voice, the soul, the hair … sigh.