In preparation for this column, I started watching live coverage of the Grammys at 1 p.m. on Sunday afternoon. If you're thinking, "Hey, that was waaaaaaay too early," you're wrong, but more on that in a minute. While the C-Team Grammys were underway, the B- and A-Team stars started showing up, and Grammy.com was nice enough to give losers like me live-streaming interviews as the stars arrived. I kid you not, these two adorable interviewers above interacted with as many of them as they could before the show started ... for FOUR HOURS. I don't know about you, but I devolve into the worst possible version of myself 10 seconds into a conversation, so this was an impressive display of talking skills.
It turns out Beck is a leprechaun, btw.
Eventually, professional people-talkers resort to their tried-and-true questions, like "Who are you wearing?" "Who are you excited to see tonight?" "What are the odds that you're going to win?" -- which seems like a weird fluff question in retrospect. When those questions run out and you're still 30 seconds from Reba or whoever showing up, you've got to ask something else. When talking to Malcolm-Jamal Warner about his Grammy nomination (HOLY POOPCRACKERS YOU GUYS, THEO WAS NOMINATED FOR A GRAMMY ... FOR MUSIC!), the bald guy above went for the Pulitzer.