Music vet and New Times scribe Lee Zimmerman offers his insights, opinions, and observations about the local scene. This week: the one, the only Tom Jones!
Of all the accolades Tom Jones has earned over the course of his career -- a Grammy, an MTV Video Music Award, a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, a song included in the soundtrack to Little Fockers -- none seems more impressive than the title bestowed upon him this year and last by Britain's Glamour magazine, that of Sexiest Man Alive. Granted, any rugged individual with a show-biz pedigree can be considered a contender, but the fact that Mr. Jones turns 73 this year makes this a huge step in the geriatric direction for luscious older gents everywhere.
Jones, once known as Thomas John Woodward, was a humble lad born to working-class parents in Wales' mining country. Since the '60s, he's achieved every pinnacle of success in the entertainment world: stints in Vegas, a television show, hit records, and the devotion of millions of female fans who itch to throw their panties at him.