The Grammys have never been anything I've been too interested in. I might be a music lover, but it has always seemed as though awards are handed out to cookie-cutter artists who may sell but who lack real quality and musicianship. So, while I didn't actually watch the Grammys last night, I did read up on some of the winners and losers.

First of all, I have to say that I am so proud of Amy Winehouse. I've been pushing her music onto everyone I know since the first time I listened to her about three years ago. Sure she's smoked crack and there's probably a family of rats living in her hair, but her voice is timeless and gritty (the voice is what we're all here for anyway, isn't it?). If you check out this video on Jezebel you'll see that rehab has really paid off (and so has a nice long hot shower).

I'm not sure how this slipped under my radar, but Carrie Brownstein - formerly of super group Sleater-Kinney - now has her own blog for NPR. I was obsessed with the women from SK and heartbroken when they decided to call it quits. Reading Brownstein's take on the Grammys was, for me, much better than watching it at all.

Greg Kot seemed as unimpressed with the show as Brownstein did since he chose to focus on Winehouse and Kanye West for a good chunk of his run-down.

Since the awards show is over with and the temperature is below freezing, how about some music to keep handy for lazy days when you just can't get out of bed. Three dog nights, extend to the daytime and the coffee machine is too far away but you'll get some anyway just as long as you can wear comfy pants, a sweatshirt and hide under your comforter.