Despite a huge wave of critical attention, Kendrick Lamar failed to win Best Album at the Grammys.


Despite a huge wave of critical attention, Kendrick Lamar failed to win Best Album at the Grammys.

February 23, 2016

GOLDFINE | The Kendrick-Taylor Paradox

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On Feb. 15, Kendrick Lamar was unforgivably robbed of the Grammy Award for Album of the Year for his superbly produced, lyrically genius, dialogue-inspiring and arrestingly political concept album To Pimp A Butterfly, which will indisputably be remembered as one of the Great American Hip Hop albums. Also on Feb. 15, Taylor Swift, the most popular woman in the world, deservingly walked off the stage with the Album of the Year Grammy for her immaculately crafted and super-cherished pop opus 1989, to the validation and joy of fan-people everywhere.

I find both of these conclusions about what happened at the 2016 Grammys to be equally plausible, and this absurdity is what I think of as the Kendrick-Taylor paradox.

To Pimp A Butterfly, under almost universal critical consensus, is a revolutionary and masterful piece of rap and music at large, topping best of year lists across the Internet. It’s an album with expansive and not-yet-totally understood impact: offering a full-tilt eulogy of a black experience in America, and both reacting to and propelling a cultural movement of the centrality of black voices. “Alright” has become a Black Lives Matter anthem, and even President Obama has spoken of Butterfly’s integrity and importance. Rewarding an album of that cultural girth and significance would have been a powerfully progressive and critically fashionable move on the part of the Grammys. It seemed that album was just too damn good — and praised — to fail. So how the hell did we end up watching Taylor give Kendrick a conciliatory hug on her wobbly way up to the stage last Sunday?

Taylor Swifts wins the Album of the Year Grammy Award.


Taylor Swifts wins the Album of the Year Grammy Award.

The answer is because no less than seven out of the 13 songs on 1989 have rotated through Billboard’s top single spot while the album itself lingered at #1 on the Billboard 200 chart for 10 consecutive weeks — making her the only woman besides Whitney Houston to ever accomplish such a milestone of ungodly popularity, and scoring her an invite to the unbelievably elite circle of artists to have had multiple albums spend 10 weeks at No. 1, including (besides her and Houston), The Beatles, The Kingston Trio, Henry Mancini, The Monkees and Elvis Presley. The first Swift pure-pop (sans country) album has seen colossal sales (already outselling Red, Speak Now and Fearless, which have all been on sale for at least two and a half years) and has garnered its own set of you-have-to-fucking-hand-it-to-her gushing reviews. You could say that that sheer magnitude of love, lust and unrestrained enjoyment of a piece of music is a musical event in itself — speaking to a certain album belovability x-factor that matches it, at least commercially speaking, with Abbey Road and Whitney. No matter what there is to say about Butterfly, 1989 is not a shrine of popularity that can be ignored. And isn’t there some kind of progressive justice in rewarding the music that people love and listen to?

So the paradox is this: how can anyone argue that Kendrick shouldn’t have won? And simultaneously, how you deny the credibility of Taylor’s win? Her win was bullshit, and yet, when you think about it, it wasn’t really at all.

For you, either of the first two sentences in this article might be easily conclusive about the events of the 2016 Grammy Awards — and the other (and my take) utterly, even stupidly wrong. However, I find the question of what we expect the Grammys to be sensitive to, reward and recognize, at least complicated, if not unanswerable.

Of course, the best album of the year is not defined solely by its popularity and profitability, and thus its likeability and legibility to American listeners. If that was the case, we could fire the circus of folks behind the little white envelopes and just have a big party for the top-selling album of the year. With the rubric of honoring “artistic achievement,” “technical proficiency” and “overall excellence” — aka the vaguest and most subjective criteria ever — in mind, To Pimp A Butterfly seems the obvious choice. But I’m not prepared to say there isn’t a very serious and compelling “artistic achievement” and “excellence” in musically gratifying and bringing pleasure to legions of average American listeners. Phenomenal popularity, while it can be quantified in a capitalist consumer-driven music industry cannot be dismissed as merely that.

However, the situation of race in the marketplace of award shows is something that has to be addressed. The ultimate fact that the Grammys are dismissive of hip hop (only officially recognizing it as a genre since 1996), white, stodgy as hell, and selectively rewarding of black music (and music significant to Black Americans) when it’s palatable and convenient is a very real, and potentially deciding, factor in where you stand the the debate. Unlike the question of the factualism of Kendrick’s deservingness, what is uncomplicated about the Grammys is that Kendrick is the latest in a long line of black artists (including, notoriously, Beyoncé, Frank Ocean, Rihanna, Beyoncé again, Kanye West, Kanye again, and Alicia Keys) who have controversially lost Album of the Year to white contemporaries. The last hip hop album, and the last black artist (under 70 and excluding the essential lifetime achievement win of Ray Charles in 2005) to win Album of the Year was OutKast in 2004, despite the fact that the last 12 years are a period of musical history in which hip hop as a genre is evolving in provocative and exciting ways that (at least mainstream) rock simply is not. This trend, parallel but not identical to that of the Oscars, is similarly the result of the same appalling limits of the experiences and subjectivities of those casting the votes.

While Kendrick’s loss speaks deeply to the Grammys’ race problem, what happened this year wasn’t black and white in the slightest. It also speaks shrewdly the intersecting brawls of tension between fluid sets of dominants and underdogs, establishment candidates and outsiders, the polished and the raw, critical or cultural treasures, and popular darlings. This glutinous web, ever so stickily at play in the Taylor-Kendrick paradox, gets at the futility that is the Grammy Awards Ceremony. Not to exonerate them completely, but with the Grammys flailing around in this web trying to come to some sort of “fair” conclusion — no wonder they fail every time.

I have no idea how the members of the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences make their choices. I don’t know if there were shouting matches, fist fights, lobbyists, factionalism and ultimately a populist coup d’etat — but I hope so. Because if there were ever two albums that more profoundly crystallized the competing interests of critics and the consumers, they were those of this Grammy match-up.

Ultimately, if you don’t buy the complication, and you’re still furious over Kendrick’s loss for any of the profoundly compelling reasons there are to be — or still don’t know how to feel about it — don’t worry too much, because award shows don’t write the real history, we do.

Jael Goldfine is a junior in the College of Arts and Sciences. Objectivity Bites appears alternate Wednesdays this semester. She can be reached at

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