Not Much There There

Woke up late again.
Lunch was three eggs on English muffins, since the cast iron skillet was already out.

Called for a massage appointment - landed one for 2 pm for a therapist who works out of her apartment in my complex. She done good. We had a nice chat during.

Domino anecdote de jour. When we moved, both cats stopped using the lamb's wool beds which they spent a lot of time in at the old apartment. I stacked them against a wall by a closet, and piled other stuff on top as time went by. Today I dug one out and thew it onto the sofa. Domino curled right up inside it within seconds.

Met Janice at the late-night Starbucks a little after 5, it was packed, but we eventually found a table. We only had to move three times to get one where we could chat. She told me about her latest failed relationship - after three dates he told her he thought she was ready to hear that he had the power to change the weather. He's also a professional dowser. And he had other powers, like self-healing. Janice wasn't taken aback by these claims, but she objected to his insistence that she take him at his word, without any proof. Apparently he has that psychosis which so many cult leaders have, of insisting on being accepted as a god. He wanted to prove his powers to her at Pantheacon. She'll be out of town that weekend. Whew.

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Been watching the Grammys. I liked how they handled the Whitney disaster. There were some great sets, and some losers. Some amazing costumes (Katy Perry, Taylor Swift) and some losers. Lots of noise. Foo Fighters made a lot of noise, but the acceptance speech by Dave Grohl was marvelous. Except he dissed computers for making music, which is like dissing microphones. Yes, music comes from the heart and mind, but any tools you use to make it listenable are valid.

Right up front, the unlikely pair of Alicia Keys and Bonnie Raitt sang "A Sunday Kind of Love" to honor Etta James. They were both out of their element, but totally nailed it.

I enjoyed the Beach Boys reunion. And the Glenn Campbell appearance. Old showmen still have the spark.

The In Memoriam section got a bit too fast to follow toward the end, with lots of people I've never heard of mixed with people I thought deserved more mention. Of course they ended with Whitney. And then the lights went out and a woman was backlit by a blue spot shot from behind the stage. Stunning effect. It was the most moving rendition of I Will Always Love You ever. A capella, mostly. They did not credit the singer. Boo! Hiss! Bad Gammys producer! ABC News says it was Jennifer Hudson. Yup, that's her. Eventually there will be a video online, but not yet.

They've launched into more noise, and it's bedtime.

Plans for tomorrow:
Work

Lovely, Touching

Jennifer Hudson FTW
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Adele

<rant> What set this off is someone tweeting or FBing that Adele is sexy, with a comment about women with curves. I find Adele not sexy at all. She just doesn't have that vibe for me. There are women of her shape who do, but not her.

And about all those Grammys. I don't get it. She is an above-average singer, but her songs are meh.

It's a cruel reversal on the usual conundrum where brilliant song writers (Yip Harburg, Bob Dylan, George Gershwin, etc.) can't sing their way out of a paper bag, so they need a talented singer to make their work sound its best. Adele should consider singing other people's tunes. And/or work with some composers and lyricists who have several hits under their belts, and hone her art.
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It could work. As far as I can tell, each of her songs is two or three songs stapled together. She seems to want to show off all her chops in every number.

Weird Dream Channel

It was a solvable problem at first. Group A and Group B were scheduled to perform several times, alternating each time, except the last performance had them both booked at the same time. The entity in charge of scheduling was working it out with both groups, and a solution was near when suddenly, for no reason, Group A wanted all the time slots.

Group B somehow negotiated to get the final slot, but this was blocked by the entity.

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I woke up totally still in the dream, and it took a tall glass of chocolate milk to bring me back to where I could go back to sleep.