Open Post: Hosted By Rob Jones
I’ll bet the Zinger in my hand that this is the most naturally exciting thing that will come out of the Grammys tonight. This is art director extraordinaire Rob Jones waxing off, waxing on and flexing every pose out of his being after winning a Grammy for designing The White Stripes’ box set. You know how when you drop LCD, you always wish that one of your hallucinations will be Andy from Little Britain and Rainn Wilson’s secret love child dipping himself in Strawberry Quik? Well, Rob is giving you that and much more. Every bitch at the Grammys should look like a raver cherub. It would be easier on all our eyes.
The only thing I hope happens at the Grammys tonight (besides more of Rob showing us where the party is at and Barry Manilow slipping a nip) is that Madge hijacks the feed during Lady Gaga’s mess and performs “Express Yourself” via satellite from Baby Brahima’s playroom.
If you get lonely, I’ll be giving my half cents on Twatter every now and again. That’s if I don’t get completely lost in the haze of YES that Rob is throwing at us.