The Recording Academy presented its list of Grammy nominees last night, and while there were the usual Bronx cheers, they were nearly drowned out by the crickets. The awards have been a joke for years, between the lame nominees and bizarre eligibility dates that have aged-out albums up for Record of the Year. (“Empire State of Mind”? Awesome, but so 2009.) They’re amusing to read about, sure, but do you still care enough to get annoyed and/or excited? And are you invested in the results: If Florence and the Machine beats Justin Bieber for Best New Artist, will it be mind-blowing or shoulder-shrugging?