Despite my love for music, the Grammys are often to be avoided.
Except of course, the year Green Day played and blew the roof off... I think there was a year when a bunch of British musicians played "London Calling."
Digressing now, the funny part was when I was curious about Carrie Underwood's song "Before he Cheats."
It's supposedly a song about a woman finding out her man hooked up with a bimbo and so naturally, she responds by destroying his possessions.
I can envision so many naive females saying "you go, girl." Yet, what I'm sure many don't realize is that the song was written for her by two men.
More power to 'em, since they're printing money based on the success of that song, but this is one of those, "how-the-hell-do-they-put-themselves-into-a-female-perspective" situations.
I never got how one "expresses" oneself by singing someone else's song. I love playing other people's songs, but I don't feel that I'm expressing myself. It's almost like agreeing with what they're saying.
Musical expression should be defined as writing and performing your own work.
Singing a song someone else wrote is like being a painter copying someone else's work.
Or like coloring in a coloring book.
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