Well, I’m here - in Laker land. Home of the Dodgers, Hollywood, fake (ummm?) stuff and big dreams. Flew into Burbank, because it’s so much easier than LAX, and shuttled to my hotel. I’m staying in Silver Lake, which is a really cool neighborhood. I’m about 3 miles from where it will all go down, tomorrow night, at Staples. I’ll be Mr. Taxi while I’m here.

I’m down here a day early, because that’s what the Grammy folks require in order to cover the event. You can’t pick up your press credential on the actual day of the show, which is a new one for me. So, in 30 minutes or so, I’m going to head down to the LA Convention Center to pick up my credential and try to figure out what tomorrow is going to be like for me.

Really, I don’t have a clue what covering the Grammys, live, means. Never done it before. It’s cool that my first time is the 50th anniversary. I expect to be blogging all weekend, to keep you in tune with my experience. Unless, of course, Beyonce sees me today and wants to go kick it by the pool or something. In that case, I’ll blog later.