The Insignificance Of The Grammys

It’s always the best of times.

One day I had a huge fight with my parents.

One of those really nasty fights.

They didn’t get me.

I felt lost. I felt angry. I felt alone.

After the fight my brother walked up to me and asked me to take a ride with him. So I got into the passenger side of his black Honda Accord hatchback and he put in a Depeche Mode CD.

I wasn’t a big DM fan at the time but he went to track 1 of their “Music For The Masses” album and blasted it as he drove down the dark roads of our Lousiana neighborhood.

He didn’t say a word. Neither did I.

We didn’t pick up any alcohol or weed. We just drove for a an hour or so with “Never Let Me Down Again” on repeat. And I felt better.

Then we went home and I talked to my parents.

Whenever the Grammys arrive I think about that ride.

But mostly I think about all of us. And our confusion and anger.

The fact that we feel so alone and the power of music to make you feel that someone out there gets you.

No matter how many Facebook contacts or MySpace friends you have Few things are as important as a great song.

Except maybe a great brother.

Enjoy the Grammys.

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