Last night’s display of the Grammy’s gave me ample reason to sneer skeptically (looking at you Chris Brown) and a few to actually nod in approval in thanks to a musician who can (gasp) actually sing winning most of the awards. Cheers for the freshly made over Adele.
Plus, there was a moment to get genuinely choked up at Jennifer Hudson’s emotional tribute to Saturday’s passing of Whitney Houston who might have slipped to the darker side in the last few years, but will be remembered for her decade as pop music personified.
It also gave us oh-so many opportunities to wonder what the hell is going on in these people’s minds. I’m not complaining per se since my red carpet reviews keep me rolling in the proverbial dough, but I just really want to wrap my brain around the motivation behind wearing a gun strapped to your gown.