So far we’ve seen Frank Sinatra outshine Alicia Keys. And he’s dead.
And Carrie Underwood, who sang her song Before He Cheats as Not Stomp acts like they were beating up a car, looks like — oh how does my wife say it… “A meter maid in a porn film.” That’ll work.
Ah, the rule holds. You sing, you get an award. Alicia, come on up on stage in your green dress that’s crushing the kids and get your award from the still short Prince. (By the way, Prince with the dumb line of the night so far… “How ’bout Frank? Lookin’ good for 150!” Dude, that’s the way you end up in a dumpster. I don’t care if you own half of Minneapolis.)