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I never even particularly liked 'em before, but at least they actually play their own instruments and (kinda) sing without reprocessing or lip-synching. Kind of refreshing. The best performers of the evening wer eundoubtedly these guys, almost three times the age of many of the talent-free droids that fill out the Top 40 these days. I'm assuming this because I didn't even bother assaulting my ears by listening to the rest of it...only an idiot would do that when the weight of past experience demands that the pablum be silenced. Besides, I've become a pathological loather of all these awards shows (I actually went to the American Music Awards, and backstage there, in another life but even then watching this stuff on TV had lost its novelty) and I only tuned in to catch Mick and the boys hard on the heels of their pretty amazing Vegas visit.
People blast the '70s as an era of bad music, but some of the best stuff ever recorded came from that period -- can anyone honestly tell me that they think that the top records of the '90s and '00s even come close to the musicality of the hits of three decades ago? For one, all the corporately-issued pretty persons who masquerade as recording 'artists' these days never spent a single day honing r craft (if they had any, of course) before local and regional live audiences before signing on with a label. It shows, too. And people raised on a diet of aural crap might not ever know any better unless some Good Samaritan is there to teach them the Gospels of Elvis, the Beatles, Creedence, James Brown, Elton, Motown, and Stax. And, of course, Iron Butterfly. And the Archies.
Going to the Paul McCartney concert two days from now. Now you're talkin'...
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