They're awful. But they're good for pop music.

Then there's the man with the biggest ego in the Staples Center, and possibly the universe, Kanye West, who in the past several months has released his second consecutive great album (Late Registration), dissed the president, dressed up as Jesus, and generally extended his dominion over popular culture. He was spectacularly snubbed for last year's Best New Artist prize and clearly wants exoneration; he told Entertainment Weekly, "when I was making the album I would use the Grammys as one of my muses." That's reason enough to be a touch less cynical about "music's biggest night."