Wither Jimmy Page?

Tastes change as you get older. Some artists evolve, some can't. This may be particularly true with rockers who didn't really have anything like a complete musical education, they are one-trick ponies. I just wish we could have had Hendrix and Vaughan into old age, to see what was possible. Robbie Robertson can barely play at all now. That Page isn't playing like classic Zep now should be no surprise. He's probably even sicker of Stairway than the rest of us. I admire Plant's adventurousness, but even he admits on the public television show with Raising Sand performances that he is a fish out of water, he doesn't really get what modern bluegrass is about. He may get better, I think the problem with Sand is that he tried too hard to tone down the things he is good at. I don't think he needs to pay the rent, I think he's just a wealthy musician staying busy and trying new things; besides, who would pass up a chance to play with Alison Krause? Anyone who wants to argue in favor of what the Stones are now...

Artists or any craftsmen who do adapt, manage to stay relevant, and hone their crafts into their later years are to be admired. They get "it", whatever "it" is, and they know that "it" seldom stays put for long.

He made money, he did the drugs, he was great, but maybe just is tired and not the drive to keep going, what would he do anyway? All of todays music is garbage. he was in the top 3 bands ever (imho) and what do you do after that?

The sweetness of a blues guitarist, with the genius of someone who did things with the instrument that hadn't been done before.
I'm still in awe of "The Wanton Song" thirty five years later!
When he plays "Since I've Been Loving You" its pure emotion. I saw him ten years ago too. When he played "How Many More Times", it didn't seem to me like he had lost anything. Its not about that though. He's an artist, not an athlete. Its about his body of work.
With Eddie, you're in awe of his hand speed. Same with DiMeola.
With Page, you're in awe of how much pure sound he can get out of the instrument in any given moment.
He's a one man orchestra.

Raising Sand illustrates just how moronic and irrelevant the Grammy Awards have become.

Shame on Robert Plant.

Yuk.