Grammys a go-go

Oh, I do have a favorite awards show. The Grammys -- liveblogged here by Joan Anderman -- have been good TV tonight, partly because of the music, partly because the show is so enormous, loud, and ego-filled that, apart from the songs, it's destined to be something of a train wreck. I'm not even going to get into the individual fashion demerits, because that would be mean. But I do have a few observations:

1) Why do only rock stars get to wear sunglasses indoors? No one else gets away with that unless he's just gotten his eyes dilated.

2) I really do like Alicia Keys, but did there really need to be a keyboard at the end of the catwalk, so she could pretend to plunk a few keys? Girl, we know you've got backup. (Including John Mayer, who provides the obligatory white-boy guitar god solo.)

3) Oy. Kid Rock, you are no Louis Prima. Honestly, I don't know what you are.

4) Amy Winehouse, I know what you are: Crrrrraaaaaazy. I would not want to get too close to that woman. She might set something on fire.

5) You know you are the bomb when you drop your Album of the Year acceptance speech and Quincy Jones bends down to pick it up for you. Divine.