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I think I felt an earthquake for the first time today. I was sitting on the balcony of my hotel room having lunch when, out of nowhere, the salt shaker started, well, shaking. It was a short experience but a good one, nonetheless. Welcome to California.
We paid a quick visit to the legendary Grammy style booths this afternoon. Basically, it was a big warehouse shop of trendy clothes and accessories but without any cash registers. It was an all-white room where the booths were all set up around Heineken bar in the centre of the room. From Karl Lagerfeld to Vivienne Westwood; Hugo Boss; Royal Elastic; Will.I.Am's new clothing line, i.am; Bono's charity line, Edun; Stetson hats; Gibson guitars; Pink, the British shirts and tie shop; Calvin Klein ... even MTV's own Rock Band was represented. Items — which were given away for free, for product-placement purposes — ranged from a pair of K-Swiss trainers to $4,000 mink-fur Fendi sunglasses. I passed on those ones. They were being reserved for Mary J. Blige anyway.

We rolled into Los Angeles in style this morning for one of the biggest dates in the music calendar — possibly THE biggest date: 



As soon as we arrived, it was clear that this chapter in the 2008 presidential race was already well underway. Lining the side of the road all the way into the city were what must have been hundreds of campaign posters planted in the snow, proudly bearing candidates’ names — and from what I saw, most of them were Barack Obama (who, of course,