after a very subtle opening to a usually garish spectacle, the grammy awards proceeded to hand out awards in a refreshingly atypical manner. dustin hoffman introduced simon & garfunkel (who resembles a bald eagle with a light downy pate these days), and with the exception of an out-of-key gwen stefani, that set the mood for the whole show.
but the winner of all winners, the destroyer of pre-packaged punk-pop (instilling “frust-er-at-ion” in scores of pre-teen girls in polo shirts and skinny ties), was the truly talented norah jones. nominated personally for five awards, she walked away under the happy burden of four. or maybe five, if you count the song of the year award (though that award will live on the shelf of it’s songwriter).
