An hour of my life I won't get back.....

Tonight I watched the Grammys. I will forever refer to this as "the hour I won't get back".

It started with Miley Cyrus, or Hannah (I am still not sure what her real name is), singing a duet with Taylor Swift about being 15. Not a bad song, but keep in mind, one is 16 and one is 19, and I am pretty sure that neither leads the life of a normal 15 year old.

Then it moved into rap music. I know I am old...but seriously I could not comprehend a thing these guys were saying. I don't know if I simply couldn't hear them, but if my suspicions are correct, they were not speaking English.

What happened to music? It is hard to make a scale sound magical. It is hard to blend harmonies into a melodic tune that puts the soul at ease. It is hard to capture the imagination and interest of a listener using rhythm and dynamics.

It is not hard to rhyme.

Yet something named Lil Wayne gets a Grammy for "Rap Album of the year".

You want to give out a Grammy, send one to Shakopee. I know a gal there with more talent in her pinky finger then "Lil Wayne" has ever known.

Do you want to hear magic? Do you want to see someone who plays music simply because she is in love with it? Do you want to know what passion sounds like? Then go to a little church on Sunday mornings in a southern suburb of Minnesota. People at this church don't sing. It is not because they don't know the words to the selected hymns....it is because the don't want to interrupt perfection.

We will call this piano playing aficionado Kerry because, well, ....that is her name. If you want to do the world a favor, then buy her CD, and play it often. It is a Christmas CD, and it should be played year round, for it is a far more deserving "Album of the Year".

Because I know they will understand the true meaning of good music, I love my girls....