With the telecast under way, here's there very final prediction of the major prizes.
Album of the Year, Record of the Year, Song
of the Year, and Best New Artist. These are the categories, the thinking
goes, dominated by the most popular of music. In 2017, no one is more
popular than Adele in terms of real sales. In less than a calendar year,
her album 25 was certified diamond. Grammy voters skew older
and when all else fails, history shows us that they will vote for the
popular, recognizable choice. That’s Adele.
Who Should Win: Beyoncé, Lemonade
Lemonade is a towering achievement,
the work of an artist operating at the height of her powers with
seemingly unlimited means and a brave, unyielding heart. This is art,
not just a collection of songs. An album in the most ostentatious sense.
I haven given horrible, ugly looks at people
who fail to recognize its precision and power. Pray you catch my drift. The Recording Academy likely won’t.
Dark Horse: Sturgill Simpson, A Sailor's Guide to Earth
It’s the Steely Dan rule, which states that when the world is tipping toward chaos the white men will inherit the earth. (Two Against Nature
won less than a month after Bush II’s inauguration; ironically, this
kind of American idiocy has historically fueled much of the Dan’s best
songs.) True, awarding Album of the Year to Two Against Nature
was fan service for Dan devotees (of which I am one), an act of
nostalgia. Sturgill Simpson is a poignant and surprising lyricist, a
critic’s choice in his genre, country. He has a mustache. He plays the
guitar. He writes his own songs. All the markers of quality and
achievement in the most traditional sense, even as his music experiments
with song structure and defies generic convention in sound and lyrical
content. Remember Beck?
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