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I’m finally starting to feel normal (I had the flu) It’s hard to read or write with shifting temperatures to make the mental notes required for homework to focus on the clinical, virtual classes that put me to sleep. It’s a story as old as time - girl catches something and either she dies or she doesn’t. So today (Sunday) feels sharp, tactile and earned. The Grammy’s are on tonight - does anyone watch them any more? With so many artists finding and building audiences online rather than on radio and the fading print media, getting a Grammy in 2026 seems like a secondary co-sign of success rather than some life changing achievement. THAT being said, I think it’ll be a big year for Chappell Roan, Teddy Swims, Sabrina Carpenter and Charli xcx. See ya! . . 2026 Grammy nominated songs: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan Beautiful People (Stay High) by The Black Keys Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
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it's grammys night and my parents are angry that i get so excited about watching people win awards and perform but they don't know what these people have done for me that's why i like watching them
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Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
grammys night
“To The Women in My Life” Take ownership of every inch of you Each individual strand of hair On your head That glint in your eyes Your sharp, dangerous smile The suffocating curve Of your hips Your slender legs That’s all you The declarations exploding out of your mouth Like fireworks Popping, popping, popping Beautifully disrupting silence Beautifully making your presence known Staining everything it touches In hot, vibrant color That’s all you That all belongs to you Remember that Tattoo it on your heart Because people will try To wipe it away Like eraser shavings taking up space You are not temporary You are eternally beautiful Let my smile remind you My natural laugh My loose shoulders You are phenomenal A strong, powerful woman You’ll leave your print in the stars — “Step Up” “...I think it has to begin with women who have the creativity in their hearts and souls — who want to be musicians, who want to be engineers, who want to be producers, who want to be part of the industry on the executive level — to step up.” Why are women being told to “step up?” Do you not see the tears in each word The blood in each lyric The fire in every performance You cannot wash it all away Or remold it like clay Women do not need to step up Neil Portnow You should step down
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
To The Women In My Life / Step Up
00:00 Valentines Day It’s midnight, and I’m, alone again, trying to fill the time, with these words I write, watched the Grammy’s last night, Twenty One Pilots, standing there in their underwear, reminding us that we can be, anything, Hollywood, my home, so many people, at the Grammy’s, I’ve met and befriended, but sometimes, the enthusiasm seems so gone, it feels like we’re living, after the credits when the film has ended, like, what’s happened to us, where have we gone, and why, do we still feel, so totally alone, supposed to be gone by the morning, flight to Cabo to pick up my truck, just flew in from Australia, found letters from the IRS in my PO Box, welcome home boy now it’s time to pay your tax, met my accountant tonight, gave him all the paperwork, we chatted for a minute in his Range Rover, I made a joke about having a black accountant, he reminded me of the Basquiat photo I’d given him, Basquiat in the 80’s, looking awkward as fck, holding a FroZade cup in his hand, a crooked No Parking sign standing by, and the ‘ol Twin Towers towering in the hazed background, another genius gone before his time, sometimes the art we create is ahead of us, sometimes we have to watch our success from the Heavens, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7, 8 9 10 11, 12, It’s midnight, and I’m, alone again, trying to fill the time, with these words I write, watched the Grammy’s last night, Twenty One Pilots, standing there in their underwear, reminding us that we can be, anything… ∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
00:00 Valentine's Day
00:00 Valentines Day It’s midnight, and I’m, alone again, trying to fill the time, with these words I write, watched the Grammy’s last night, Twenty One Pilots, standing there in their underwear, reminding us that we can be, anything, Hollywood, my home, so many people, at the Grammy’s, I’ve met and befriended, but sometimes, the enthusiasm seems so gone, it feels like we’re living, after the credits when the film has ended, like, what’s happened to us, where have we gone, and why, do we still feel, so totally alone, supposed to be gone by the morning, flight to Cabo to pick up my truck, just flew in from Australia, found letters from the IRS in my PO Box, welcome home boy now it’s time to pay your tax, met my accountant tonight, gave him all the paperwork, we chatted for a minute in his Range Rover, I made a joke about having a black accountant, he reminded me of the Basquiat photo I’d given him, Basquiat in the 80’s, looking awkward as fck, holding a FroZade cup in his hand, a crooked No Parking sign standing by, and the ‘ol Twin Towers towering in the hazed background, another genius gone before his time, sometimes the art we create is ahead of us, sometimes we have to watch our success from the Heavens, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7, 8 9 10 11, 12, It’s midnight, and I’m, alone again, trying to fill the time, with these words I write, watched the Grammy’s last night, Twenty One Pilots, standing there in their underwear, reminding us that we can be, anything… ∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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