In Musical News

The right album won Album of the Year last night at the Grammys. If you’ve not listened to River: The Joni Letters yet, you’re missing out. It’s such the right choice, in fact, that if Kanye West starts whining about how he didn’t win the category, someone needs to give him a nice hard slap and tell him to grow up, already.

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  1. Yes, the Herbie Hancock album is great. I am disappointed that Feist didn’t win anything, but the Grammys getting ANYTHING right is rare enough, so I shan’t grumble.

  2. Did you watch the show? The version of “Rhapsody in Blue” Herbie Hancock participated in was just amazing. Hopefully it will show up on YouTube soon.

  3. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang for Best Supporting Hairstyle

    Kanye got his zap from that country musician last night. As much as I loved his heartfelt performance of Mama, I think he does need to be taken down a peg. Consider it done.

  4. I was glad to see Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace win Best Rock Album for the Foo Fighters. Great album, probably their best yet.

  5. This shouldn’t be too far off topic, but just last week someone sent me a link to Richard Thompson doing Joni Mitchell’s “Woodstock” at a tribute concert:

  6. Excellent choice. Herbie’s Possibilities album is one of my standard “long car driving” albums, and his recent solo album The Piano is great on a rainy day (or any day).

    The venerable Mr. Hancock has a long and multi-genre career (check out Canteaoupe Island)…Kanye (Kanine?) has a long way to go.

  7. Haven’t heard the new album but had the awesome experience of catching Hancock live last year when he was touring it. A great show, a great musician, worth seeing in the flesh if he’s in your neighborhood.

    He’s also one of the only two people I can think of in the whole world who can make a keytar cool, and the only one of the two who does it without being ironic. (The other guy is Ben Folds… who, you know, minored in self-conscious irony during his college years.)

  8. Herbie is the man (go listen to Headhunters, right now!) but it was hilarious when he came up to accept and was just dumbfounded that he had won.

  9. Homie Bear: he was. That’s just how cool Herbie Hancock is: he left Miles Davis’ band to save the universe from Galacticus. But you have it slightly backwards: the Fantastic Four joined him (google “Herbie Hancock’s Cosmic Ray-Irradiated Super Quintet” for more info).

  10. I’m glad to see Herbie win – I believe it was the first time a jazz album has won in 43 years. But IMHO the album of the year was Alison Krauss/Robert Plant’s Raising Sand.

    Why yes, I am a geezer. Why do you ask?

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