I didn't watch the Grammies last night, having no appreciation for Wascawie Wabbit (is that his name?) & Co. But this morning, as I was waking up, CBC radio informed me that Bonnie Raitt had won Song of the Year for "Just Like That", and they played the song. Even though the album had come out 9 months earlier, I hadn't heard it before, and I was sobbing like a baby. I saw Bonnie some 50 years ago, when she and then-bass-accompanist Freebo played Mariposa on Toronto Island, and it was lovely to see her acknowledged. It was also wonderful to see such a mature and deep song be recognized, amid all the trite crap. There's an episode of Family Guy, where Stewie attempts to write a hit song. He solicits Brian's help, and sings him the lyrics he has so far, "I want to have intercourse with you, I want to have intercourse with you, YEAH". There are times in popular music where that's a pretty apt depiction of the state of the form. So it was encouraging to see "the academy" note, via Bonnie, that popular music can be more grown-up than that.
"Well, Mr. Clark, it doesn't have much of a beat, but I can openly weep to it."
"Well, Mr. Clark, it doesn't have much of a beat, but I can openly weep to it."