The Grammys - ten tons of barf.

OK, it's five minutes into the Grammys and so far we've seen Whitney Houston on way too much Valium, lovely Jennifer Hudson in an unfortunate dress that makes her look as if she were called to the stage with her dinner napkin still plastered to her chest, some guy I don't know making dumb jokes about the night's lineup. U2 kicked things off with their boots on (and sounded okay), and now Al Green with Boyz 2 Men and someone else besides are up there singing Let's Stay Together. Is it good or bad, happy or sad? It's a drag, that's what. I hate awards shows. Coldplay! Carrie Underwood! Kid Rock! Geez.