The Grammy awards
The Grammy awards, for a change, were all about performance. Rarely have I watched an award show that actually would have been fun to attend. Great stars, great sound. The marching band number between KW and JF (West and Foxx) was a “hoot”. Paul McCartney coming onstage to help sing one of his own songs. Sly Stone, with a white-blonde Mohawk cut, seen in public for the first time in two decades. Green Day, U2, on and on.
The rest of the family had an activity day at school; bitter cold on a ski slope is not as appealing as the commercials might have us believe.
Brian Mulroney is back in the news with the Airbus story. After milking the federal government for millions in a court-ordered penalty for slandering his good name, it now appears that he did received illegal monies. More than twenty years since he became the Captain of Canada, and I still find the man to be morally repugnant.
