The Junos. Against my better judgement, thought I'd give it a chance, but when I watched the first number with 'Arcade Fire' and saw all the drumming and native stuff, I packed it in. A few minutes later I switched back, hoping that act had departed, but was confronted by some guy who won something and kissed 100 people before taking the stage.
That was it. I knew it would have all been downhill from there, so I tuned in a Titanic movie marathon instead. What I truly dreaded, however, was the veneration of Gord Downey -- which I knew was to come. Can they not let the guy rest in peace? Guess not, too much money to be made off of his cadaver. And apparently, there is a whole lot of unreleased Downey music that lies in wait for his adoring fans. So, it will never end.
This has been -- and continues to be -- happening with all kinds of dead people. 'Vanity Fair' had a huge ad featuring Marilyn Monroe advertising cameras. The poor woman's been dead since 1962 -- that's 56 years! It's all so sleazy.
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