
Rod's next chapter Fly Me To The Moon …The Great American Songbook, Volume V' winning the Grammy Awards and its a famous sold out at least seventeen million copies in worldwide.
Rod Stewart's one of the greatest musical performances.
Yesterday she stepped out in Beverly Hills with her husband, rocker Rod Stewart and their five-year-old son Alistair. Penny and Rod were married in 2007 after being together for five years.
When Rod 65 years old he is looking now casual in a black blazer over a white shirt and grey trousers. Rod has already six kids for his previous relationship.
They couple are currently expecting a baby due in February. She's enjoying her pregnancy and changing herself to fitness and healthy as possible, doing yoga and swimming to stay toned. She said with glad, ‘I swam for my county at school and it takes about 90 per cent of your weight away when you’re in the water so it’s great when your pregnant'.
“Is there anyone here from Essex?” Stewart asks, with a wink, before strapping 6ft-plus English model Penny Lancaster appears on stage in a red mini- dress, grinning and dancing rather gormlessly to his lively version of the Sam Cook classic Twisting the Night Away. “That’s the wife,” quips Stewart. “I actually told her to stay in the van.” And where else but at a wedding or a Rod Stewart concert could you expect to see a 65-year-old man with his jacket off, shirt tails hanging out, shaking his bony behind beneath a glitterball and asking if we think he’s sexy?
After 30 years as a world- beating superstar, Stewart knows how to put on a show. There is nothing cool about him any more, if there ever was.
The stage is so bright and clean, it is like a Sixties set from American Bandstand blown up for The X Factor, and the versatile band are constrained in tight suits, with backing vocalists in matching sexy mini-dresses. It looks and feels like a cheesy review show, not dissimilar to the kind of thing Cliff Richard puts on, although there is a time those two would have been at the opposite ends of the rock spectrum. The thing that raises the bar is Stewart himself. His hoarse, soulful voice has always been a distinctive instrument: there’s sensitivity in his delivery and there’s a way that he closes his eyes and delicately sways when he sings that suggests he still gets lost in these songs.
And what songs. His voice always sounded old; now when he sings Handbags and Gladrags he really could be the disappointed grandfather reprimanding his wayward granddaughter. After all these years, and all these hits, and all the albums of cover versions, there’s never a dull or self-indulgent moment. The 20,000-plus audience belt out his classics with him, and when he leads them through a mass choral version of Sailing, it is impossible not to be swept overboard.