We use Beatles songs as lullabyes here. Not terribly original, but pretty, effective, and comforting to everyone involved.
The other day I was watching PBS. I said it. Does that make me better than you? More erudite? More serious about our world? More likely to get way too involved in an episode of Super Why only to wake up two hours later watching old people television? It's a question for the ages.
They were running this show called In Performance at the White House. Paul McCartney was receiving a special award from the president for being the last surviving Beatle. Zingo!
Lots of great artists played. Stevie Wonder, Dave Grohl, Elvis Costello, The Jonas Brothers.
The Jonas Brothers were really there. They have the greatest agent ever in the history of agents. "Hey Jonas's. It's Artie. I gotcha a great gig. In front of the President. The President. Of the United States. Yeah. It's the Gershwin award ceremony for (Sir) Paul McCartney. McCartney. From the Beatles. The Beatles. Right. They have a game on Rock Band. Right. No, you guys are better. And cuter. Much cuter. This is mostly because he's old. I promise. We'll get you guys one next year. Right. "
The best thing about the show was that all of the artists were at the top of their respective games. No one wants to mail it in in front of the President. Even the Jonas Brothers. Who still kind of sucked, but they tried hard.
One performance that stood out for me was Corinne Bailey Rae and Herbie Hancock playing Blackbird. Here is a song we've all heard a thousand times, but they managed to elevate it. You could feel even through the tv, that something special was taking place. The artists and the audience were swept up in it together. We were being treated to one of those moments when art bonds us all together and reminds us of how beautiful a thing it is to be human.
This was especially meaningful to me because Blackbird is one of the songs we sing to our kids. I dvr'd the show. When the kids got up the next morning I fed them, and then I plunked them down in the living room, turned on the tv and went directly to the performance or Blackbird.
They were rapt. Completely engrossed. Then the P-Man turned. He looked at me. He opened his mouth and brayed "BACKBIRD FIE!! BACKBIRD FIE. BACKBIRD FIE! EBAHDAKLEKLENB NIIIIE!
Like being serenaded by a tone deaf crow. It. was. Awesome.
I should mention that my bloggy friend Monica at And I'll Raise You 5 stole this idea and blogged about this first. She's a telepathic plagiarist. She recommends Dave Grohl's cover of Band On The Run. It's really good.
This is the link for the entire show. Blackbird is somewhere near the 27 minute mark. If you come in on Faith Hill giving a laborious and well-meant but ultimately crappy performance of The Long and Winding Road, you're getting close.
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