Every year I start out half-watching; the host-chat dialog seem so shallow and corny, and I don't recognize most of the singers. Then inevitably I get drawn in with an unknown-to- me performer singing "I"ll Always Remember You Young." Since I spend most of my time now alone in memory-land, that is how I remember those who are in my thoughts. Everybody appears in their youth.
I see him skiing backwards, walking on his hands, leaping straight up over a broom someone held out for him, literally putting a lampshade on his head at a party in some club, dancing with a British exchange teacher with everyone else clearing the floor to watch them dance, driving way too fast too many times, driving a vintage Porsche with wires holding the floorboards in place, never needing sleep as long as there was something going on, and sleeping like a log if there wasn't.
Then I see Willie Nelson taking the stage and trying to get through "The Rainbow Connection" without being able to breathe. I was afraid he would die right then.
Thank heavens for Garth Brooks who appeared near the conclusion of the show with "Dive Bar," and kept me from wanting to kill myself.
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