The Bing Thing Much Better Than the Oscars

I kept turning away from the Oscars (was that a snoozeroo or what?) to PBS, which had a show about Bing Crosby and his music. (Actually, it was one of those fundraiser thingies, so they'd show the show for maybe ten minutes before returning to the annoying pitch-lady.) The old clips of Bing singing--joyfully, easily, beautifully--with some of the greats (Sinatra, Martin, Armstrong) were a welcome tonic to the stiff, joyless goings-on in Hollywood. (What was up with George Clooney? He looked like he was attending a funeral, not a gala. You'd think sitting next to his hot squeeze in her nipple dress would have cheered him up some.)