Things That Threaten My Sanity: CMA Awards Fever
It seems like I’ve been hearing about the CMA Awards nonstop since the nominees were announced two months ago. Predictions, editorials, and history lessons were all good fun, but at a certain point it got to be too much. The awards season, like the election season, wore on too long. I was burnt out weeks ago. Unlike the election season, the end result was not change or the making of history; in this show, the winners were the safe bets. It was like the world’s longest build-up to the same old thing.
Last night, I was thankful for small favors – Taylor Swift not being acknowledged (beyond nomination, at least) for her vocal prowess, the sparse “Stay” rightly being rewarded, some of the performers not sucking. Today, in the sobering light of morning – okay, in the sobering light of almost-noon – I’m reminded of just how irrelevant the proceedings of the night were to me. When I sat down to write this, I didn’t pop in a CD by Carrie Underwood or Rodney Atkins – I popped in a CD by Kasey Chambers & Shane Nicholson, who have approximately zero chance of being featured on the CMAs despite putting out one of the best (and most unabashedly country) albums of the year. Because apparently someone thinks I would rather watch Kid Rock and Lil Wayne.
I’m glad to see the wrap-ups posted today because that means the awards season is finally over and I can go back to doing what I do best: not caring about the CMAs.