Sunday evening I had the privilege to attend the 55th Annual Grammy Awards, at Los Angeles' mighty redoubt of professional sports and Alicia Keys concerts, the Staples Center. I had to go stag, which was exciting, because think about it: when do you ever hear of someone going to an awards show alone? How sad would it be to see, say, Keira Knightley sitting alone at the Oscars, next to an empty seat with her wadded-up jacket on it? Or Daniel Craig at the Golden Globes, squatting alone with a plate of cheese in the corner and trying to look all casual about it? But tickets to these things are scarce, and I couldn't really complain seeing as I had no business being at the Grammys in the first place. I am a TV writer with only the most tenuous of connections to the music world. Things about the Grammys scare me.