Imagine you're a music-industry insider at one of the many Grammy post-parties. You're in a hoity-toity Beverly Hills hotel ballroom, and P. Diddy has just handed you a flute of Cristal. You've just eaten some Wolfgang Puck creation while chatting to Big Boi of OutKast, and now you're dancing cheek to cheek with the hot-pants-clad first lady of the Black Eyed Peas, Fergie. Mark McGrath is wringing every last second from his 15 minutes... More >>>