Open Letter To Natalie Cole

Dearest Natalie:

Shut. Up.

I remember the Grammy(s) you (along with that overrated hack Irving Gordon) picked up in the early nineties for that ultra-lame "duet" with your father. Nice edit job, but Record of the Year? As far as I'm concerned, your Grammys were about as merited as Milli Vanilli's. You should thank your lucky stars the industry doesn’t do to you what it did to them.

So, please…stop it. Stop talking. Go home. You get the idea…