From what I’m seeing in today’s news, it was Halloween redux.

Cher forgot her lines:

Biebs forgot his clothes:

We assume Lauryn was in there somewhere:

And so it went. Until Olivia Dean showed up, looking gorgeous:

I admit I’ve gotten too old for the Grammys. I can’t relate to today’s “music” — other than the scores to some of the animated feature films — and I don’t even recognize most of the younger performers. I miss Rosemary Clooney, Andy Williams, Steve and Eydie, the Kingston Trio, the Beatles, Harry Belafonte . . . And, while I’m all for dressing comfortably these days, I also miss the elegant look of the ‘60s.

But hey . . . if you’re out for an evening of fun, playing “Guess what I’m supposed to be,” it looks like this year’s Grammy Awards hit the jackpot for shits and giggles:

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
2/2/26