Jim Croce once crooned a melody 
that began “If I could save time in a bottle.” Ironically, through his participation in a fatal plane crash, he did, at least in terms of his own career. Unlike Bob Dylan, Jim Croce remains forever young. Of course, in the case of Bob Dylan, a seemingly senile – as in unintelligible – folk singer from the beginning, age simply doesn’t matter.
The same, unfortunately, does not apply to the band performing under the name “The Who.” CBS did the surviving members a disservice by airing commercials with clips from their heyday. I certainly didn’t expect to see a reprise of their guitar-smashing gyrations of an earlier generation. Still, the oh so apparent erosion of time stunned me. Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend appeared less a classic rock act and more a Simpsons parody of a has-been group doing one more reunion tour. They couldn’t cover up the wooden movements of their atrophied muscles, but I held out hope they’d at least lip sync to their younger voices.
The Art Of The Segue
My confused hosts shot a quick glance at each other before chiming as one, “What’s segueing?”
A lot had changed in forty years. Apparently more than I thought.
Everything was different—even the location. No longer was it housed in a dilapidated carcass of an old hall with its aging hardwood floors that echoed when you walked on them. Today, the Continue Reading “The Art Of The Segue”