All day I kept seeing the name Phil Collins pop up here and there. A few tweets about him, trending on Facebook (whatever that means), a glimpse of him on the timeline, but didn’t really care why. I made sure he wasn’t dead, and figured all was well and moved on. Well, shame on me. Shame. Because Phil Collins, in a word, was ELECTRIC last night. The popped collar, the glasses that make him look extra-turtley, the Walmart pants, all wrapped up and multiplied by him yelling into the mic with the passion of a million suns, his swag was off the chain
Once Questlove hit the drum solo, it was a wrap.
Phil Collins is back and never been better.