Grammys 2012: Dave Grohl takes a dig at modern technology
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Amid all the performers, the Grammys did manage to hand out a couple awards. Song of the year went to Adele’s ‘Rolling in the Deep,’ and the British soul singer looks to be on pace to sweep all of her six nominated fields. She brought her producer Paul Epworth on stage and gave him the credit for the cut. Adele then performed the song after a commercial break.
Earlier, Foo Fighters won the Grammy for rock performance. With Skrillex nominated this year, there’s been a lot of talk about the Grammys embracing electronic music. Foo Fighters leader Dave Grohl, however, seemed to sneer at those who rely on technology. ‘It’s not about what goes on in a computer,’ Grohl said, discussing how the band recorded its latest album in a garage. Those who caught the Grammys’ Web-only pre-show heard the same speech earlier, however.
The country album award went to adult-contemporary act Lady Antebellum for its ‘Own the Night,’ and Chris Brown, still in the midst of serving five years probation for assaulting then-girlfriend Rihanna, won for R&B album for his ‘F.A.M.E.’ And that’s all I’ve got on those two, so moving onto the performances...
Katy Perry performed new single ‘Part of Me,’ which was all pyrotechnics and running around a stage, and country-pop star Taylor Swift performed her Grammy-winning single ‘Mean,’ this time using a banjo as an accessory. She ad-libbed the final verse, referencing that she was singing the song at the Grammys, and took extra time with the lyric, ‘Drunk and grumblin on about how I can’t sing,’ as if she was making a clear reference to the outcry about her performance a couple years ago with Stevie Nicks.
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— Todd Martens