In the latest installment of our animated outrage, we conjure the arcane rites of the Grammy Secret Nominating Committee—depicted here as lying somewhere between H.P. Lovecraft and Rube Goldberg—and the eternal braying of Lyor, who arrives to spoil the fun. Any resemblance to committees earthly or celestial is purely coinicidental.
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The astonishing first half-century of a world-rocking genre.
THE NEXT BIG PLAYER
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More independent music rises at the DSPs.
THE GOP CONGRESS
At last, America can focus 24/7 on Hunter Biden's laptop.
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