I wanted to live blog the Grammy Awards, but I had to work, so you’ll get an illustrated version! (All photos by The Associated Press. The photos are huge so my apologies in advance.)
It was the 50th anniversary of the Grammy Awards so duets abounded. Alicia Keys opened up with a duet with a holographic (I assume) Frank Sinatra. Kanye West and Daft Punk, also kicked it; and Rihanna and Morris Day were pitch perfect. There was head spinning for goodness’ sake! Some of the performances were a disappointment. The ode to the Beatles left me cold. But the performances ran the gamut and nearly every genre got some representation. Oh, and I would kill for Carrie Underwood’s boots.
First off: The fashions!
Nelly Furtado, radiant as always. Not really feeling the blonde hair though.
Fergie looks lovely! But, um, does anyone else think her boobs look like a rear end?
Faith Hill, ever the lady.
Um, why?
Love the color. Love the fabric. Love the design. Love the girl.
I have no idea who she is, but I want to have her babies. Or at least borrow that dress.
Pretty color, but I don’t like high necks on her.
I can say nothing other than, ‘Play on, Playette.’
Amazingly, I don’t hate this.
Living legend + creative dress = LURVE.
Oh, Cyndi; how do I love thee?
I shouldn’t, but I love this.
Another case of ‘Play on, Playette.’ Chaka Kahn wears what Chaka Kahn wants.
When I grow up, I want to be Cher.
That little string is holding back a whole lot of Aretha, but rawk on!
My heart ached for her modesty; but the color is beautiful.
The Funky One never fails to amaze me.
Now, the performances and acceptance speeches!
This was just amazing. I did not have high hopes for Beyonce, and I swore if she oversang ‘Proud Mary’ there would be hell to pay. Tina was a goddess, as always.
The Foo Fighters can do no wrong.
And the award hander outer people agreed!
LOVED IT! Prince and Morris Day in one night. Oh the ’80s.
I was really pissed at Kanye for sampling Daft Punk, but this quelled my ill will.
And awards soon followed. As much as I wanted to smile and be happy, the blinky jacket and stupid sunglasses kept distracting me.
This made me misty eyed. Seriously.
I HAAAAATTEEE John Mayer, but roll on Alicia Keys, roll on.
Legends, legends, legends everywhere!!
My girl Amy tore it up. She looks so glowy and healthy and definitely smirked her way through ‘Rehab.’ And the beehive? To. Die. For.
This was the highlight of my evening. GO AMY!!!
1 Comment
February 11, 2008 at 4:05 pm
“I have no idea who she is, but I want to have her babies. Or at least borrow that dress.”
right there with you!!!
i couldn’t watch the grammys (i was slaving away too), so thanks for the blogz.
ohhh!! you can grow up to be cher and i can grow up to be cyndi lauper and we can soo rock it out!
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