OK, so the five of us, all over 50 or spiraling rapidly toward it, were a bit rusty in the live rock and roll blowout department. Hence our collective idea to relive our youths by attending a Boston/Doobie Brothers concert.
I think that in the United States, where so much great music is released every year, it's imperative that we not only share with our kids the music we loved when we were children, but we also find a way to make it relatable for them, too.
More often than not the tracks up for the award weren't hit singles, and it's rare for one of five to be a success. In fact, this ceremony will mark the first time since 1997 we've seen two top 40 hits be nominated.
I get a little melancholy about how I miss the warmth of analog, the crackle of the 33, the days before autotune, when singers had to be able to actually sing, by golly. And I thank God that Barbra Streisand and Celine Dion didn't have to twerk.