Vicariously experience all the glamour of sitting in a cramped pressroom backstage at the Grammys!

Today is your lucky day: I will be live-blogging the Grammys, from the Grammys. (Well, from the press room at least, which is so unconscionably cramped and tiny that sardines would pine for some elbow room.) So you West Coast folks will know who wins before the broadcast airs, as well as whether you should bother to watch and if so, during which performances you can duck into the kitchen.

All this, with the inevitable caveats: If the blog server doesn’t have another of its routine meltdowns, and if the national broadband access card in my loaner laptop actually bothers to work (last time I checked, it wasn’t). Still, it should be fun to check back here a little after 5 p.m. because even if there isn’t anything going on here, it’ll be fun to imagine my head exploding from all the cyber-incompetence.

Oh, and just the latest sign of just how much trouble the music industry is in: They’re charging reporters to park, blocks away from Staples Center, $12 a pop. I’ve covered dozens of awards shows, and this is the first time anyone charged for parking. I hear there’s a cash bar in the greenroom, too.