The Grammys tend to be the bottom of the barrel in the awards show category in terms of crowd-pleasing sycophancy. But when they bring out Mumford & Sons (I'll admit I only recently discovered them, but I've been at least one hemisphere away for the last two and a half years), the Avett Brothers, and Robert Zimmerman, I feel like maybe things could one day be right in the world. And I love that Bob chose Maggie's Farm, which, from the moment he plugged in at Newport, has been the ultimate Cee-Lo Green.
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