Oh, the Grammy Awards with teenagers... such an interesting experience

Sorry for the week off - I was in Las Vegas!  I was planning on blogging about that adventure and then I sat down by my daughter who was watching the Grammy Awards.  If you want to feel archaic, watch an awards show with a 14 year old.  The following are excerpts:

Bruce Springsteen opened the show.  I exclaim, "Oh, the Boss."  My daughter looked at me and said, "What?  Who is he the boss of?  I've never heard of him."  Gut punch #1.

After the opening with the flashback of Whitney Houston singing, I Will Always Love You, I asked Dear Daughter if she knew any other Whitney Houston songs.  She replied, "Well, yesterday at Nana's when the news kept playing stuff about her, it showed some songs from, like, 1916."  Excuse me?  19-when?  "I mean like 1960, 1970, you know, when she was really famous." Gut punch #2 

Foo Fighters take the stage and within 10 seconds she announces, "They're already boring me.  Have I heard anything by them --  that I would like?" I try to explain their Nirvana origins and I'm met with, "What's Nirvana?"  For reals?!?  Then she adds, "They could have dressed a little nicer."  I decide I'm not even going to try to explain grunge, it will just give me a headache... In 1992, I definitely did not think someday I'd have to give a tutorial on the Seattle Sound to my child.  RIP Kurt Cobain, I apologize if you are rolling over in your grave right now.

KC walks in while Rhianna is performing and asks (to piss her off) "Who's this loser?"  Oh dad, you're so... so... so.....stupid.... Then Chris Martin takes the stage.  "Coldplay?  Who?"  He also was boring.

My middle child enters right as the Beach Boys start.  This is a kid who has gone to a Beach Boys concert; he loves music and he comments, "Wow, they're old."  Blasphemer!  Ok, wait, yeah they were old when I was a kid, so I'll give him that.  Daughter comments, "IF they're not lip-syncing, they're pretty good for old guys."  There's hope.  Then, Stevie Wonder comes on and says something about Whitney Houston being in heaven.  Middle Child, who was at a band competition all day yesterday and doing homework, allegedly, during the opening, says, "Wait, who is Whitney Houston?"  Dear Daughter says, "Yeah, I didn't know who she was either."  Hope dashed.  Middle Kid did know who Stevie Wonder was though. (Dear Daughter, however, not a clue.)

Sir Paul McCartney comes on and music loving - including The Beatles - son asks who he is.  When I shoot him a look, he back pedals and says he knew he was from The Beatles, he just didn't know what role he played.  Uh, the freakin' singer/song writer role, kid.

Taylor Swift, damn that girl is talented.  Daughter knew everything about her.  The announcer lets us know that Katy Perry and Adele are coming up and daughter says, "It's about time! We're finally getting to the good people."  I am taking solace in the thought of her explaining to her daughter who Adele, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry are.