Ben lashes out at the Grammys. Right on, sir.

These awards and honors are nothing more than grotesque orgies of self-gratification set up for people who have already sold millions of records and made millions of dollars yet are still so insecure that they need something to make them feel just a little more terrific about themselves. Just once, I used to think, I\’d like one of these yahoos to show a little backbone and integrity and tell the awards people to go fuck themselves.

And he goes on:

What does it take for a multi-millionaire rock star to say to himself, gee, maybe it\’s a bit silly for me to accept the award for the best album of the year considering that I\’m the beneficiary of a rigged system that isn\’t even vaguely interested in the existence of the hundreds and hundreds of amazing albums that were released in the same year just because they committed the sin of existing outside the magic circle of the Big 4?

And, intrestingly enough, simply substitute a couple \”albums\” with \”movies\” and a few \”musicians\” with \”actors\” and it kind of reminds you of another, upcoming awards ceremony, doesn\’t it?

So in March we\’ll be recording again with the man himself at his Tulsa studio. The outcome will then be combined with a few songs we did with Deedle last year to result in a new full length album.

Yay, team.

Google Alerts indirectly advised me to clarify the following for those who may be in the dark: this is not my band\’s MySpace. (Though I can\’t say I\’m not a tad bit sorry it isn\’t.)