The American Music Awards

The American Music Awards was on this week. It was as if The Three Little Pigs had been rewritten by Quentin Tarantino and directed by Coppola: Simple and diverting with incredible artificial energy and over production. The music itself was uninspired. There was even one highly regarded remake of a song from the 1970s by The Romantics. Iggy Azalea, nee Amethyst Amelia Kelly, sang a song with a wonderful beat and rhythm that any halftime band would envy but generally the music was pretty empty aside from the increasingly American trait of exhibitionism. Occasionally an itinerate rapper would inexplicably wander on to a set during someone else's performance. Annoyed women artists seemed to be the theme of the day.
The state of art is always a worry. How much does it reflect of the culture? Is this like the music of the '60's that was seen as the martial music of a revolution? The bad news is that incoherence in musical art is a lot worse than in visual art. The good news is that this music is too insipid to do much damage to anyone.