Once upon a time, Elliott Smith and Aimee Mann were nominated for Oscars, and despite the KCRW-ness of it all, it still felt good to watch them up there against the Celines and the Disney movie stuff.
Of course, it was always Celine Dion or Phil Collins or whomever that walked away with the award, but just having them up there felt like a little progress had been made towards bringing the Best Song category of the Oscars up to… oh, maybe 1962. To hope for something closer to the year 2000, well, probably not. Disney's still gonna make movies, Celine's still going to make soundtracks, and the awards will still go to them.
It felt sweet, and honest and genuine. I'm sure the three songs nominated from Disney's Enchanted are wonderful in their own way, but for once, it was nice to see the juggernaut get passed over.