Review by Alphonse Leong
Photography by Rodney Gitzel
The untelevised portion had a more riotous feel,
with most of the seats still empty and the presenters not worried
about looking good on TV. Holly
McNarland looked perfectly peachy
as she nervously accepted her Best New Solo Artist award, and
the Rascalz didn't even get onstage to pick up their Best Rap
Recording award. With a distinct pseudo-L.A. petulance, they explained
later in the press room that they were "grateful for the
acknowledgement," but felt it was "disrepectin' urban
music" not to present the award on air. A pretty diplomatic
response, I guess...
The "real" show kicked off with a taped
comedic sketch featuring Jann Arden (in a Calgary Flames jersey)
and Jason Priestley (in a Canucks jersey, of course) smoking in
bed and gabbing about Junos hosting (Priestly: "What is that,
Shanina?" Arden: "No, no...Shania."). A fairly
inspired routine, it was a good warm-up to the opening musical
number, Sarah McLachlan
seated at the piano performing "Adia."
She looked resplendent in a shiny green top and long silver skirt
and, of course, she won in all the categories she was nominated
for, including Songwriter of the Year, which she accepted with
wide eyes and a gentle, "This is the one that really means
a lot."
Two other artists, Shania Twain and Diana Krall also
performed whilst seated. I know Ms. Krall had to sit to tickle
the ivories, but I was looking forward to seeing Shania shake
her bootie and do her famous hands-in-pockets hip wiggle! Oh well,
she looked great, anyway, and she did get her Country Female Vocalist
of the Year award. Looking equally as ravishing in a strapless
black gown, Diana Krall sounded confident and sexy when she sang
the "Peel me a grape" line but, sadly, she was beat
out by Hugh Fraser Quintet for Best Mainstream Jazz Album.
Our Lady Peace didn't even get to perform, due to
a sudden flare-up of lead singer Raine Maida's recurring back
problem. The group did snag the prestigious Group of the Year
and Blockbuster Album of the Year awards, though.
Ron Sexsmith
was picked as Our Lady Peace's replacement act, and he sounded
a trifle boring; when he picked up his Best Roots & Traditional
Album-Solo, he also appeared lifeless. These moody singer/songwriter
types just don't show up on stage as well as acts like
Econoline
Crush, who played early in the show, or Best New Group winner,
Leahy. Also Instrumental Artists of the Year, Leahy kicked up
their heels in a cool Irish dance sequence that got the crowd
out of their seats.
A smug David Foster accepted his Hall of Fame award
from presenter Quincy Jones (who appeared very cool and humble
while receiving the obligatory standing ovation). As Foster began
his acceptance speech, I made a point of going to the buffet table
to steel myself with a plateful of lasagna. By the time I finished
off the last morsel, he was still going on with his self-serving
spiel!
Later, in the press room, Sarah McLachlan appeared
very composed, especially when she issued her "Watch and
learn!" message to the promoters who had pooh-poohed her
Lilith Fair idea. Shania Twain appeared a little tired, though
she gladly acknowledged the irony of her current vegetarianism
held alongside her earlier belief that success meant "eating
roast beef everyday."
All in all, everyone who made a ton of money in Canadian
music last year got a Juno Award as an added bonus, which kind
of left me speechlessly watching the proceedings like a penniless
drifter crashing Bill Gates' Christmas party. Yeah, music awards
shows are a weird trip: shiny beautiful people prancing around
in a glitzy surreal setting, and more media than you'd ever want
to shake a camera at. At show's end, I had to go down and see
Blue Veil's acoustic set at the Cafe Deux Soleil just to get myself
into a more reasonable environment.
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