The Grammys. Or As I referred to them a year ago, “The Shammys” a.k.a. “The Crud Awards for Cruddiest Crud Music.” Well, My opinion has swayed slightly this year because the Fighters of Foo walked with a fistfull of hardware. Good for them. I enjoy their stuff quite a bit, both new and vintage. When their videos come on the big shiny rectangle, I usually drop my dump truck and look on. And their majestic “Monkey Wrench” song helped me through a tough break-up I had with a foreign exchange student. Things ended badly when I found out she was a hard plastic doll.

In summary, Joan Sebastian’s Huevos Rancheros was robbed in Best Tejano Album category. That will probably dominate the diaper station conversation today at school.