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So I'm watching this special on PBS; Paul McCartney, 'scuse me, SIR Paul McCartney is receiving the Gershwin Lifetime Achievement Award for Songwriting. I didn't know what the special was about; I'll admit I was channel-surfing looking for anything when I spotted Sir McCartney being interviewed about the upcoming performances. I thought he was doing all the singing, but it turns out he opened the performances and then relinquished the stage.
I started thinking about age because Sir McCartney sounds darn good for his age! I mean, the man is in his 60's and, though his voice roughens on the upper notes, he sounds like the Paul McCartney I listened to in high school. I watched the Obamas and realized they were 15-20 years younger than Sir McCartney. (I looked it up: McCartney was born in 1942 and Obama in 1961.) Holy cow! Barack and Michelle probably didn't even listen to Wings when they were in high school! President Obama is just a year older than my sister; I wonder if he was a fan of Shaun Cassidy, too. (smirk) The smirk is for my sister; she doesn't like being reminded of her high school crush.
So first Sir McCartney sang "Got to Get You Into My Life". Then Stevie Wonder sang - and Stevie sounds great and looks great, too. Then the announcer introduced the Jonas Brothers. Who? The cameras panned to the two Obama girls; they were lit up like Christmas trees! Oh yea, the Jonas Brothers. They came out and sang a Beatles hit (They were singing it when I started typing and I've forgotten the song I'm going on memory here, folks.) and they were GREAT! They could have been the young Beatles; their voices were pitch perfect and their accompaniment was spot on. The Obama girls were experiencing the Beatles almost as I experienced them. Young, good-looking guys singing and having a great time.
(Elvis Costello is singing Penny Lane right now. Not so pitch-perfect, but hey! it's Elvis Costello!)
The whole age thing blows me away at times. Last week I was taking my morning vitamins and our summer intern Jenn was watching me.
"Fish oil," I explained.
"Oh," she nodded. "My grandfather takes that."