We sat down with Miguel last week on the brightest snow day ever to discuss bi-coastal baby making, unfair talent usage and and finding acclaim on the new information super highway: the tweeter. He also sang for us in halo sunlight, creating some mild, professionally-tempered hyperventilating. You’re right Miguel— it would be very wrong for you to use that voice to woo ladies out of their harem pants. Congrats on the Grammy nod!