Grammy night provided few surprises, except that the pouty
Mariah Carey was shut out completely. According to an interested bystander, she
was none too pleased with the results, and complained bitterly to her
at the after Grammy party. Another big loser was Rolling Stone cover
girl Joan Osborne, who had told her publicist earlier this week that, "I had a
revelation that I'm not going to win anything, so I'm beginning to make my
peace with that." You wouldn't expect any less from the very well-adjusted, and
spiritually attuned songstress who crooned "[If God Was] One Of Us," and "St.
Theresa," and who spent quality time in a religious retreat in India last year.
The one crimp, if you'll excuse the expression, in Osborne's mystique is that a
number of observers swear that the ever-present nose ring is a clip-on.
big surprise wasn't the sheer amount of winners at the Warner Bros./Reprise
post Grammy party, but the unexpected presence of a once high profile couple.
Peter Wolf, of J. Geils fame (who will have an album out in May) escorted his
former wife, Faye Dunaway to the shindig at Los Angeles' Ambassador
Epic Records may not have taken a lot of awards home, but they did
have the best guest list. They held their soiree at one of Beverly Hills'
chi-chi watering holes, the stylish Jimmy's, for the likes of Pearl Jam (Eddie
wore exactly what he had on for the Letterman Show, and Stone Gossard's
formerly blond hair is now cut short and chestnut brown) and Alice In Chains
(Layne Staley looked remarkably healthy according to our spies) were seen
hobnobbing with Dave Navarro and Chad Smith of the Chili Peppers. Rage Against
Machine were holding court in another part of the restaurant, talking about
their new album, which includes a song entitled "Brendan O' Brien." Timothy
Hutton, Uma Thurman's new squeeze, came late looking for Vedder. He told
everyone he wanted to tell Eddie that "he knew exactly what he meant when he
got his Grammy." Hutton should know having won a best supporting actor Oscar
for Ordinary People in 1980, when he was just a tyke. Kelly Slater, the
numero uno surfer in the world, was wandering aimlessly in his well-conditioned
glory looking for Brandi. Kelly and some of his cronies just inked a recording
deal with Epic for their band, Liquid. (What else did you expect them to call
it, Hang Ten?) The Presidents of the United States were there, acting very
well-behaved for once, while Baby Face, and a few of Boyz To Men weren't. But
the highlight of everyone's evening was when Stevie Wonder picked up a mike and
sang along to the canned muzak of "Superstitious." People were awed, and gave
him an ovation after his impromptu performance. They should have given Depeche
Mode's David Gahan an ovation for just being alive, looking none the worse for
wear from his close brush with the great beyond, after his tragic suicide