I guess if you're pretty, put "crap" on your eyelids and have Clive Davis backing you up, you can win five Grammys your first time at bat. It may be a good album (I really don't know), but I suspect ol' Clive has a lot to do with its success and accolades. I hadn't heard "Fallin'" before (like Joni I only occasionally FORCE myself to listen to pop radio), but I couldn't help thinking "What's all the fuss over this song about?".
I (and perhaps only I) enjoyed John Stewart. He pokes fun at the music business, stardom, etc., and is a lot nicer to look at than Whoopi Goldberg (no offense, Whoopi Groupies...and I know Whoopi is an Oscar host, not a Grammy host, but whatever...) I was also impressed by Mary J. Blige, apparently an intelligent, powerful artist. Not such a great song she did, though. The Lady Marmalade extravaganza was almost sickening, until Patty saved it at the last moment. But being gay, I am genetically predisposed to believe that Patty could save anything, I can't help it (and I'm not even a fan of hers)...Have a nice weekend, everyone. Oh, by the way, here's another "six (or less) degrees of separation" thing: My mother used to work side-by-side as a hairdresser (or "beauty operator," as they were called then) in Dayton, OH, with the mother of Harley Allen, the bluegrass artist who won for OBWAT. Both beauticians were named Betty. Harley's dad, whom he mentioned during his short acceptance speech, was the late Red Allen, also a bluegrass artist. There, now you know.... Bryan
