Wow. Last night was such a strange one. People had told me before that being a judge at the Choice Music Prize is a head-wrecking and exhausting process, but I had never taken them all that seriously…until the moment last night when we were shown into a tiny, windowless room that seemed just about perfect for fun stuff like, em, police interrogations. Without going into too much detail, the level of debate was often pretty fierce — it was brilliant to see the depth of consideration every single judge had given to the Prize and the nominated albums. To be honest, there were points when I thought we’d never get out of there, but we did make it in the end.
Congrats to Super Extra Bonus Party!