Hey Soul Mates, Check out your boy. Yes, I did look that damn suave at the Grammys last night. Look, the tickets very clearly said "black tie." What could be less rock and roll than black tie? Not wearing "black tie." Frankly, the hipsters and the club girls just looked silly. Maybe I'm getting sartorially conservative, but you must be clean for the Grammys. We arrived early in the afternoon. A beautifully mild afternoon in downtown L.A. and not a sign of the predicted rain. I wanted to experience the whole nine, so we got there in time for the "Pre-telecast" ceremony. This is where 97 of the 108 gramophone statuettes are awarded. It was much more entertaining and endearing than the actual broadcast. The winners were genuinely moved, were not limited in their speech time and came in all stripes. Now, very few of the acts I voted for won. But the day did start off with a bang as OK Go won best short form video for the treadmill hopping video for Here...
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Excuse Me?
Bugs?
What?
Are you here for bugs?
No... What are you here for?
Bugs.
Why don't you stick a thumb up your butt?
21 years ahead of its time, Jennifer Grey and Charlie Sheen have the perfect dialogue to describe last evening. Go Indians! Beat those Damn Yankees! (We'll deal with the fact that I'm a Sox fan later.)
Here are the Indians' Joba rules... Wait for Joba to come in. Turn up the swarm. Wait for the wild pitch.
Robots and sneakers? Like hot butter on... Say what? The popcorn.