The Saturday Post

I love music, possibly even as much as I love the written word. But I'm not the kind of grandma who listens to Enya or Celine Dion or Sting or whatever kind of music it is that grandmas typically enjoy. (See ... I don't even know what my fellow nanas are listening to.) No, I like my music a little more ... raw.

A CD I got this week underscores that. And yes, I said CD -- not because I'm an old grandma but because the import I've been lusting after isn't available on iTunes. As soon as it arrived, I ripped open the package, popped it in the Bose and cranked it. And for the past week, this woman's music has been my earworm.

I love this musician, I love her music. And I'd love to share both with you. Although the video below isn't one of the songs on the CD I just got, I think it's appropriate for my grandma blog because it's a song she wrote for her mother.

What makes this video exceptionally cool, I think, is that it's from a private concert the artist did at what appears to be a middle school -- and she's not someone you'd expect to find playing in front of kids, as she regularly drops F-bombs during live performances. But for this performance she keeps it clean, calls the kids to gather around her onstage, and belts it out in her usual heart-shaking fashion (minus the F-bombs, of course).

Ladies and gentleman, I give you Beth Hart: