Returning to the Grammy's

We think it's a good thing for us to spend the evening of the Grammy Awards keeping up with pop music and watching who is in and out. This way we can have an informed and intelligent conversation about Eminem or Lady Gaga. Don't get me wrong, we like them all and particularly this young lady, Stefani Germanotta, that it taking Madonna's act one long step farther and appears like a well-intentioned young person. We don't happen to care too much for her music, but this is just a matter of personal taste.

So in addition to keeping up with the Top 40 performers, we wanted to see how three “seniors” invited to highlight the evening were holding up. We were fortunate to watch Mick Jagger (67), Barbra Streisand (68) and Bob Dylan (69). The last time we were privileged to see Mr. Dylan was at a live concert in Park West in 1989 and he was already past his prime, so when he attempted to sing “Maggie's Farm” and, even with a strong group of back-up singers, we were in total agreement that he shouldn't be working there "no more" (or anywhere, for that matter). Ms. Streisand sure still looked good, but her singing also seemed to be taking a back seat and she should soon avoid stepping on any stage.

As for our favorite, the energizer-bunny-Jagger, he still displayed an incredible amount of energy. For a long time I thought he must have been on speed or under the effect some performance-enhancing drug, but the more I think about it, the more I'm convincing myself that he's powered by nuclear fuel rods. I'm concerned that his seemingly limitless energy might do one day on his body which mechanical resistance appears frailer all the time; a bit like installing a Ferrari engine under the hood of a Citroën 2cv, I'd really be more careful and would prescribe – if I were his physician – some serious time off!