Grammy Act Fever
What to do while waiting for Arcade Fire? See Sweden's Lady Gaga, theRihanna-robbed Robyn
After seeing all that talent on the 53rd Grammy Awards stage last Sunday, it makes a music lover want to get into the clubs and see some of the winners and nominees for yourself. Right?
Yeah, I want to see all those too, but unfortunately none of them are playing in Houston this particular weekend (though Arcade Fire is coming to the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion May 4 as part of its just announced world tour). Thank goodness Robyn is coming to save this day by playing Warehouse Live Saturday night.
Oh wait? You don't know that this Swedish sirennarrowly lost out to that phony Rihanna in the best dance recording category?
(Quite frankly, I'd like a recount by an independent and neutral tallying body. I don't want to start rumors, but I've heard for years that the Grammy voters are very anti-Swede. How else do you explain zero Grammy awards for Scandinavian national treasure, ABBA, coupled with a general lack of respect for Ace of Base and Roxette?)
Of course, Robyn makes all her past pop countrymen and women seem like tobacco-chewing, energy-sucking, Diet Coke-swilling Yankees when it comes to turning up the weird-pop factor on her high energy dance ditties. She released three albums last year: Body Talk Pt. 1, Body Talk Pt. 2 and Body Talk.
(No, I did not forget the "Pt. 3" on that last album title. She did. Truth be told, there is a Body Talk Pt. 3, but it's just an EP. Confused yet? Me too.)
Body Talk Pt. 1 shot straight to the top of the Swedish charts on the strength of "Dancing On My Own" and had people discussing Robyn like some hybrid of Lady Gaga and La Roux.
The three albums together have left her with more than enough material to get bodies talking and moving at Warehouse Live. And if my hunch is correct, with the exception of the avid hetero-Swede contingent that will be parked at the front of the stage, a Saturday night at the Robyn show should look a lot like a Saturday night at South Beach in Montrose minus the hairless boys dancing in "mankinis" and that pesky fog that keeps blowing over the dance floor every half hour.
Robyn, 8 p.m. Saturday at Warehouse Live