My hope for human kind has been restored: Spalding vs Bieber

I am currently listening to Esperanza Spalding. Great music, great vibe. Would have never done it if life had gone the usual way and Justin Bieber had won the Grammy for Best Artist. Now, I know the last line will get me death threats all around the globe, but I don't care. What people are calling one of the greatest upsets in Grammy history is becoming a reason to celebrate for me - and many others as well.

You see, somewhere in the voting system, people didn't believe the hype and actually made the right move.

While I can give in to the fact that the kid sings - at least - I cannot truly get with the program that this kid deserves an actual prize. Sorry. Can't do it. If he deserves one, then all the kids who have You Tube and can whip up a tune and not mess the notes up should get them as well.

Baby, baby, baby... No.

As I sat there watching another "We like you so we're going to give you a statue" program, I was ready to see this young kid get the famous gilded gramophone... and then, bingo. Justice prevails. All the hoopla, crazy chicks and tabloid mess could not get the kid up there. Bravo.

Here's to the Grammys for making a good call.

Now let's wait until the Oscars to see how many bad calls they make.