See, old men can still rock. Lately, though, I feel like Bozo in his rocket ship, heading for a big crash. My wife's mom is 85, and we put her in the nursing home on Monday, for more "rehab". She doesn't know fact from fiction, and after hip surgery, is fighting them on getting her up and walking again. This has been going on for six months, since a "stroke" or siezure, in February, and we are both burned out on it. That's life in the "sandwich" generation, I guess.

On a more cheery note, I've been listening again to Robin Trower. Originally with Procol Harum, in 60's and 70's, he has had a strong solo career - in my opinion, about the best blues/rock guitar player from that era still left. They used to rap him for doing Hendrix rip-offs, but his style has evolved into his own over the years. Listening to an album he did with Jack Bruce (Cream bass player and singer), from 1989. About 15 strong cuts. Also, Robin's 2009 solo album, which is very nice.