Wild Thing on PBS?

I'm embarrassed.
Saturday night I flipped on the TV and KERA-Channel 13 was having one of their concert-fund-raising deals. That alone is enough to ruin my evening since it usually involves a Yanni-esque character performing in a purple-hued canyon, telling us how noble we all are. I don't know about you but I don't feel noble.
But this was a 60-something, wispy-gray-haired, overweight guy with a guitar, playing a song from the 60's . I was hooked to see who it was. Well, it was the lead singer for The Troggs and the song was Wild Thing.
Here's the embarrassing bit: this guy looked about as ready to take on a "wild thing" as I am to climb Mount Everest. Yet, on and on the song went, how this female, wild-child moved him. I loved the song in the 60's. I felt it's pain . . . but it's over. The audience, KERA, and the whole 60's generation, blue pills notwithstanding, needs to recognize one thing -- it's 2007, not 1967, deal with it.
After that, and to make matters worse, Jerry and the Pacemakers . . . a fitting name at this time of his life . . . gets up there and barely gets out the words to his song, Ferry Cross the Mersey, at which point I had to turn the TV off before I hurled -- but just as I was turning it off -- they panned to the audience and everyone is holding hands, swinging back and forth, singing along. This is the same group of people that slid down mud-slides naked and stoned at Woodstock. Now we're swinging back and forth like a bunch of traumatized hospital patients. It's sickening, I tell you.
The 60's generation is 60 and is embarrassing us all.
Get over yourself.