Bashing the Boston Music Awards is as traditional a pastime around here as bemoaning the Red Sox late-season collapse used to be. At least we have something to cling to, eh? One day ahead of Saturday's festivities at the Orpheum (tickets here), both papers have a go at it. The Herald offers a timeline and predictions of the winners, then pretty much renders them pointless with Jed Gottlieb's piece on how the nominees' connections to Boston can be tenuous at best. And in the Globe, Joan Anderman goes even deeper, with a pretty damning analysis of how pointless and grasping the whole thing seems. Ouch. I'm not sure even the promised Extreme reunion - Woo! And, uh, hoo! - is enough to overcome this sort of press.


I think we're lucky to have something like this, as imperfect as it will always be.
Posted by: sam | December 02, 2007 at 02:01 PM