Nice! I used to do some stuff like that but my knees are not as good anymore!
Gracias, y comprendo. The shots with the goldtop were earlier this year, I'm 66.
The wacky antics I save for the closer, it's sorta become something expected. Lunatic punk rock grandpa! I pay the price the next day, but "we must suffer for our art."
I'm not sure I could still do this, from 2012, but I can still get in the ballpark.
I'll keep on until they throw dirt in my face. I had throat cancer 12 or 13 years ago, with radiation/chemo for several months to kill that sh*t, before it killed me. Then about 6 or 7 years ago, my jaw broke from the radiation damage (not as a result of any trauma, known as a "pathologic fracture"), and I had to have two major surgeries, first to replace the jaw (with hipbone and ankle veins), and the second to replace the neck flesh (which wouldn't heal after the first surgery, also due to radiation-- the gift that keeps on giving!). So my "neck" on that side is actually my chest's pectoral muscle (partially cut out, repositioned into my neck). It's pretty gnarly looking, so that's why any more recent photos of me I'm wearing a shemagh or scarf.
Or, as here (to get back to Les Pauls), a neck gaiter:
Kind of a drag, but I use it as an excuse to look fab.

At this point, I could've been dead for a dozen years or more, so I figure every day is a gift, and every show better be over the fecking top.