The Atlantic party always sucks, but if I blow it off and then find out Fitz from Fitz and the Tantrums was there, I'm going to kill myself. Conversely, the Interscope party is annually fantastic, but Fergie's got new music on the horizon, and not only will she be in the house, I can guaran-fucking-tee that the DJ will play "My Humps" to honor her glorious Grammy past. That means I'll have to kill myself on the spot, which would mean I'd miss out on the Beats by Dre party, which would mean if I hadn't already killed myself I'd have to kill myself again. The Beats party is gonna be off the hook. Word is that a) Guy Oseary will be there and b) every gift bag will include 3,000 physical copies of the new U2 album.
To complicate the difficulty of choosing where to go, there are dozens of newly minted Presented-By parties to consider. If the Super Bowl blowouts are any indication of the fun to be had, I've got some careful choosing to do.
The Beats party is gonna be off the hook. Word is that a) Guy Oseary will be there and b) every gift bag will include 3,000 physical copies of the new U2 album.
Even though I was invited, I didn't go to Phoenix, and it was a huge mistake. I missed the Hennessy Lounge event with Ryan Cabrera, the SiriusXM bash with Jenny McCarthy, Pitbull and Mark Wahlberg, Ludacris' celebration of bold moments with Tabasco at the Maxim party, and Magic! at the DirecTV bash at the Pendergrast Family Farm.
But if there's only time to get to one Presented-By party on Sunday night, at least I know where I'm going to go: Bud Light. If I play my cards right, I might get introduced to whoever came up with the gold-medal idea to call their Super Bowl soiree "The Bud Light House of Something," and I'm not carrying my resume around for nothing, you know.
There are a few parties that I'll pass on without having to give it much thought—I won't make it to RCA, for example, because a) it's not logistically possible and b) I wasn't invited. No big deal, though: the only reason I wanted to be there was to see my good friend Dave Grohl, and I'm pretty sure I'll run into him elsewhere. It's a time-honored tradition for Grammy performers to show up to support the artists they jam with on the telecast, so chances are good that I'll see him if I get to a party for Tony Bennett, Lady Gaga, Hozier, Annie Lennox, Jessie J, Tom Jones, Adam Levine, Gwen Stefani, AC/DC, Eric Church, Common, John Legend, Ariana Grande, Miranda Lambert, Ed Sheeran, Sam Smith, Usher or Pharrell.
There's only one party that's a must for me: Epic. It's true that I'm sentimental and have an abiding need to live in the past, but I've been around long enough to know that the best parties are hosted by the labels with the most to celebrate, and—shout-out to L.A. Reid! —Meghan Trainor's going to have a big, big night.
See you Sunday!