I wondered if maybe I picked the wrong five minutes to watch The Grammys, but apparently not. I would have thought The Police an unlikely former trio to regroup for an audience that's been assembled to congratulate itself, but there they were, wheezing through "Roxanne". If I needed proof you can't get back your rock & roll glory years, last night was it. Sting can pump himself up to look like an Arnold stand-in, but he can't hit the high notes? Perhaps he's just indulging in the wrong drugs.
I switched off the television after two minutes of watching Jamie Foxx behave like Jamie Foxx. Man, there's a guy who's just about due to discover Scientology. If I left the scene too early, let me know in the comments.