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.
BEY LEADS ARRAY OF FEMALE STARS IN GRAMMY NOMINATIONS
Adding up the numbers (11/8a)
OF PONIES, PRINCESSES AND UNICORNS: CHAPPELL'S SNL TRIUMPH AND BEYOND
Changing the pop narrative (11/5a)
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THE GRAMMY SHORT LIST
Who's already a lock?
COUNTRY'S NEWEST DISRUPTOR
Three chords and some truth you may not be ready for.
AI IS ALREADY EATING YOUR LUNCH
The kids can tell the difference... for now.
ALL THE WAY LIVE
The players, the tours, the enormous beers.
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