You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

The gods did not want me to watch the Grammys. Less than an hour in and Nay-nay called. She just had surgery on Friday and was sitting at home all bummed out and in pain, so since I am not a heartless monster, I muted the show and gave her my mostly undivided attention. We talked for almost 2 hours, so now I am surfing the interwebs to try and find out what I missed.

I have no idea why I am so interested in the Grammys this year, other than I am looking for new artists/music to buy with my iTunes gift cards from Christmas. Just earlier today, I purchased The Road of a Gypsy and sent it to the Kid as a nostalgic postcard reminding him of one our favorite movies in the entire universe, Iron Eagle. Yeah, you read that right. That movie is badass.

In searching for Grammy performances, I stumbled on Aretha Franklin's Nessum Dorma from 1998, where apparently she was a last minute replacement for Pavarotti. Pardon my language, but that lady has some big balls. Wow. You go, Aretha!

I loved Muse's performance and although I am not a Miranda Lambert fan, I really like that song. Eminem and Dre sounded great. Who else should I look up?

I am nervous about work! Announcements, offers, new things, scary things in the offing. Sometimes I feel like such a little girl.