Did I ever tell you about my hatred for everything Bruce Springsteen?
See, once upon a time I was married to someone else. He was - and still is - obsessed with Springsteen, to the point of it being a fetish, not an obesssion.
I used to enjoy Bruce's music somewhat. Now, besides the fact that I think Bruce is an opportunistic phony, I cannot hear his voice without wanting to hurl my entire day's intake of food into the toilet bowl.
We all have those things that remind us of exes. Ugly sweaters, torn letters, raggy stuffed animals...I have the memory of a singer who looks like he is eternally constipated and sings like the shit is on its way out the hole.
After the ex moved out, I broke all his Springsteen records. I should have broken them over his head, but that's another story.
Anyhow, that's your Grammy related personal anecdote for the night.