Five minutes before kick off in a galaxy far, far away.

Soccer, Lightsabers and Daft Punk.



Do you really need more incentive to watch the World Cup starting on Friday?

Rehab at the Grammy's

She may have gone to rehab, but you can't keep Amy Winehouse down. Amidst the big yawn they called tonight's Grammy Awards, my crack-habit darling gave notice that she may be no good, but she is far from out.

It was nothing short of electrifying, seeing her perform nervously and defiantly from London. Her caberet set defined the year in music. In a year of pop-star meltdowns, she stood her ground and let her voice speak for itself, remarkably.

Cheers to Mark Ronson too for getting his own props for her success.

Other highlights from the typically sluggish show:

Alicia Keys really needs to loosen up more often. I raved about her smash performance at the MTV Music awards, only to be bored to tears by her bland, carefully crafted videos. She killed it again tonight, with a little help from John Mayer.

Beyonce is quite the consummate entertainer, but even she seemed nervous next to Tina Turner, and for good reason. Retirement may have slowed Tina down, but her natural magnetism is apparently endless. It was great to see her back for another roll through the hits.

Daft Punk actually showed up to enable the continued desecration of one of their best songs.

I still love ya Rihanna, but were you really going for the Project Runway corn-husk dress look?

Otherwise, it was yet another bloated mess of a Grammy ceremony. I'm sure Herbie Hancock really jazzed up his Joni Mitchell interpretations, but, seriously, Album of the Year?

Call it a consolation ribbon, I guess, because along with all the other big awards, Amy Winehouse stole the show.