Here’s the thing about Phil Collins: He’s not dead, and he’s not bitter. Even with all this chaos, he’s still making music. He wrote a whole new album, Both Sides, from his home, using a microphone and a piano because his hands couldn’t hold drumsticks. That’s not giving up. That’s adapting.
He’s also started painting. Yes, Phil Collins, the drummer, is now a painter. He’s said it brings him joy, and he doesn’t care if it’s terrible. If that’s not a life lesson, I don’t know what is.
So, what’s wrong with Phil Collins? Honestly? Not as much as you’d think. He’s battling the same stuff we all fear—pain, loss of ability, aging—but he’s doing it with a shrug and a joke. He’s still here, still laughing, and still reminding us that you can’t hurry love, no matter how slow your feet get.
He once sang, “Against all odds, take a look at me now.” And you know what? He’s still taking that look. Beaten up, yes. But still standing. And that’s a hit we can all dance to—even if it’s just in our heads. So here’s to Phil: a legend who proves that the best drum solo is sometimes the one you play in your heart. 🥁❤️
