While it probably seems like I am limping through this little marathon called life – I am sorry about the sporadic social media, I have a sick puppy and I am a dutiful parent – I am trying to slip on my lycra, go to Yogalates and get my tri-weekly blowouts – that’s three times a week, right? – whilst maintaining an aggressive regiment of Hollywood catch-ups.
I don’t want to say I’m father of the year, but I’m totally father of the year.
Anyway, this isn’t about me … because once again the suits at the Recording Academy didn’t see fit to nominate my album of covers while impersonating either Celine or Kenny for record of the year – it’s all about the Grammys.
(Hey, I may be bitter but I still know the best way to get awards is to schmooze and mingle).
So dust off the ol’ gramophone, grab a Whitskey Houston Sour – because this is a dry year, FYI – and prepare to get acquainted with Somebody That I Used to Gold.
Who will be joining me to kick off this year’s celebrations?
Image source: The Recording Academy.