For those of you who consider the Grammys an actual, legitimate measure of musical talent (Simpsons fans, please sit down), you may like to check out the just-announced full list of this year's nominees. For everyone else, here's a small sampling of what to care just a little bit about.
Tina Fey: Liz Lemon herself is bringing some star power to the often-overlooked "Best Spoken Word Album" for the audio book version of her memoir Bossypants. If she wins, she'll just have to watch out for Tracy Jordan swooping in to steal her statue to complete his EGOT.
Kanye: They're keeping him away from the big awards (and Taylor Swift) this year, so we just might get to see a meltdown to the tune of "I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS ONLY NOMINATED FOR BEST RAP PERFORMANCE AND BEST RAP SONG WHERE'S MY MOTHERF*CKING BEST ALBUM AWARD." If we're lucky.
Bon Iver: The Daily News calls them "this year's token hipster group" (are they the Who Is Arcade Fire of next year's ceremony? Looks like it.). We prefer to rate the "Best New Artist" nominees on a five-point beard-stroke scale.
Trey Parker and Matt Stone: The pottymouthed duo that took Broadway by storm with Book Of Mormon are squaring off against Harry Potter Daniel Radcliffe for a "Best Musical Theater Album," thus setting the framework for the most epic polygamist vs. wizard battle ever seen.
Foo Fighters: Okay, fine, you don't have to care too much about this one. But the "Best Rock Album" category is always a wash and at least Dave Grohl and company still sort of have it.
And now, a few words from Eddie Vedder:
