Feist cleaned up at the Juno Awards last night in Calgary and it’s about time. I was so peeved when she got shut out of the Grammys. I even joined a Facebook group called Feist Was Robbed at the Grammys (me and 29 other pissed off people). Ah, but what do those Americans know, anyway.

Sidenote: Did you know Feist was from Calgary? Just another name to add to the growing list of amazing women produced by that city. (Now ask me where I’m from, I dare ya.)

My friend Duane Storey was in Cowtown shooting photos at the event and partying it up with the famous folk (’cause that’s how he rolls). That’s his photo of Feist on the right – pretty great, right? Check out his other photos of the Junos and the play-by-play over on his blog.

So here’s a newsflash for all you Vancouverites: Feist is coming to Vancouver AGAIN, August 5 at Deer Lake Park! I don’t know where the heck Deer Lake Park is and I don’t care, I’ll be there. The last concert blew my socks off (what a funny saying, how exactly would one go about blowing off one’s socks?) so I can’t imagine what she’ll come up with next. I could just die from the fabulosity of it.

And you know tickets will disappear faster than you can say Ben Mulroney is da bomb, so here’s a SCOOP… Feist tickets go on PRE-SALE Tuesday at 12 noon until 10 p.m. Thursday. Go to Tickemaster Feist Pre-sale and enter the password: reminder.

Speaking of Benny, I caught some of the red carpet chaos last night on CTV where he and his eTalk co-host Tanya Kim were interviewing the nominees and winners as they sashayed their way into the show. I gotta say, just watching them gave me a mild panic attack. Yeah they get to talk to some pretty cool people but MY GOD THE STRESS!? I mean, does someone prompt them as to who’s who and what talking points they should use or what? I don’t know about you but I had no clue as to who any of those people were. Well, except Michael Buble (sigh..). That must be one of the toughest jobs out there. Can you imagine having to be on the ball like that for so long, under so much pressure and with so many idiots screaming in the background so you can’t even hear yourself think, let alone have a riveting conversation with someone? And I mean, like, Anne Murray, what do you say to Anne Murray? Apparently she’s a Canadian icon (quick, name one Anne Murray song… yeah, that’s what I thought) and so you sort of have to be respectful (even Russell Peters wimped out) but oh the things you must want to say.

Kudos to them.