He’s 92 years old and has arthritis, but the dude still has chops. After close to fifteen years of saying I was going to see Les Paul one of these days, I finally went and saw Les Paul. He zipped through some Gershwin, Cole Porter and “The Tennesee Waltz” and was the butt of a viagra joke. He even dedicated a song to Ann & me (“The Man I Love”) as it was Ann’s birthday and she’d just received a very fancy gift.
