On Wednesday night, Jon and I attended the Brit Awards, which is like the Grammys, but for British recording artists. Lest you think we got tickets through some cool, hip connection, I should disclose that we were guests of the event sponsor, Mastercard.
What this means is that the front of the auditorium (near the stage) is packed with musicians and musician-related people, and the back of the auditorium (where Jon and I sat), is packed with guests of Mastercard and other corporate sponsors.
I’ll admit I never paid attention to the Grammys in the US, but do those awards have corporate sponsors? It seems a little – um – uncool to have a corporate sponsor, doesn’t it?
Things I enjoyed about the Brit Awards: (1) dressing up; (2) seeing Kylie Minogue and Paul McCartney perform live; and (3) wondering if the women lined up in front of me for the bathroom are UK rock celebrities.
Things I disliked about the Brit Awards: (1) feeling embarrassed for the Brit Awards when none of the “best foreign artist” winners (ahem, Foo Fighters) could be bothered to show up in person to accept their awards; (2) not knowing 95% of the artists nominated for awards – see e.g., Take That; and (3) watching the auditorium give a standing ovation to a pretty underwhelming performance by Amy Winehouse.
Above is the view from our table. Like I said, not too close to the stage. The TV cameras were able to safely skip over the corporate tables to ensure viewers at home had the impression that the Brit Awards is a wild, hip party, and not a corporate awards event.
I’m glad I went. I like Kylie, and she put on a good performance. We should all look so good at 40 after surviving breast cancer.