Time? What’s that, anyway? Lately I have had very little of that particular noun. It seems I’m always off running, and if not running, driving. Let me share a little story from yesterday evening with you though, simply for your laughter and enjoyment. My oldest was at a show for one of her friends last night and the plan was that my husband was going to go and pick her up while I got the little one into bed and lit a fire under our son, the video game addict, so that he would go and have a little quality time with some water and soap in the shower. He’s 12 and sees absolutely no reason to be clean, deal with any kind of hygiene, or leave the computer for that matter. It’s a joyous age, I must say. As I crawled out of my youngest’s bedroom having read 4 books to her, finally convincing her that yes, it was imperative that mommy now be allowed to go upstairs herself; I knew I’d saved the tough part for last – I had to get that boy into a shower. I wearily made it upstairs and told him he had 30 seconds to get himself to the shower or else he’d have to sleep outside in the back of Dad’s truck because he was too dirty to be in my house. He sighed that sigh that only 12 year old boys can muster, and walked into our room. One thing about my son, when he’s resigned himself to doing something, he wants to get it done. Fast. That’s a lot like me, and so I get where he’s coming from and stay out of his way. The next thing I know the boy is calling me to the shower, and saying “You’d better look at this.” I look down at the spigot to see that the water is not coming out of the spigot as much as it’s coming out from the spot where the spigot meets the tile. Then he switches on the shower with bravado, and the water starts SPRAYING out from the wall. Then he looks at me with that “Seriously mom, are you kidding me?” look that I tend to give my children. *sigh* After cursing quite beautifully (and with my very own special bravado, I might add), I tell him to take a shower downstairs. My husband comes home and I announce that he needs to come see the shower – and naturally he’s following me asking me what I’ve done “now”. Really? REALLY? I turn on the water and he very quickly realizes that there’s trouble afoot. Then he quickly untwists the spigot off the wall – hey I didn’t even know it DID that – and announces that the pipe has completely rusted through. Oh joy. He has some genius master plan that involves going into the wall through our oldest daughter’s bedroom closet (she is not amused) and fixing the whole thing himself. I was issued a stern warning not to use the shower (um, I’m thinking that’s not going to be a problem since the entire spigot and shower knob have been pulled off the wall….but whatever, right?) until he fixes it. He was also thoroughly offended that I dare suggest we call a plumber, and perhaps even our insurance company. I see trouble coming with a capital T. I might not have much time, but trouble? Absolutely!!! I will keep you updated!
After all of this insanity I chose to go for a brisk walk this morning. I live in a fairly hilly area, so a good walk will work some of this stress off in most cases and today was blessedly no exception. As I was walking this morning I was thinking about what I needed to blog about today, and I remembered a thread I’d read yesterday. Some very kind fan out there brought up the possibility of Duran Duran being nominated for a Grammy for All You Need is Now. This person rightfully feels that the band pulled off an amazing album, and that perhaps now is the time. I have to tell you that when I read that thread, my immediate reaction was “Absolutely not. They don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of ever getting a nomination!”, and I meant it. Bands who are nominated and especially those that win a Grammy are typically “accepted”. They get radio play, people know their work (new and old), and while I don’t know if critics always love them – they are talked about. They are commercialized “establishment” types of bands, and quite honestly – that’s never been Duran Duran. Even back in the 80’s when, for a relatively short time things were super hot for them, they were never given more than a nod or two by “the establishment”. We all know they were never a critical favorite, and while they might have gotten quite a bit of airplay back in that day – that was *gulp* nearly 30 years ago at this point. The punchline to this joke is that All You Need is Now is probably one of the very best works of their career. Mark Ronson did a fine job with the album, and I would expect to hear him be nominated one of these days – but not for his work with Duran Duran. The very same reasons why Duran Duran will likely never be nominated for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame would enter in here – and once again, I don’t think it has anything at all to do with the quality of their work, whether that’s current or their back catalog. I know the band has stood up and said that they aren’t sure whether they’d ever really seek that sort of acknowledgement out simply because it’s so mainstream establishment – and by wanting that acknowledgement you’re sort of giving credence to the idea it must matter, and I would have to agree. While I feel as though the band does deserve quite a bit of acknowledgement and accolades for the work they’ve done as well as the innovation they’ve brought to the industry, I don’t know that winning a Grammy counts for much more than stroking the collective egos of those whose career depends on such things.
I’m off in search of new pastures for this blog!