I’ve got some bad news for you Led Zeppelin superfans eagerly anticipating the band’s upcoming reunion show: Old Man Page still knows how to rock—but he rocks so hard that his own brittle bones break as a result.

The Ahmet Ertegun Tribute Concert, originally scheduled for Monday, November 26th and featuring Led Zeppelin, Bill Wyman and the Rhythm Kings, Paul Rogers, Paolo Nutini, and Foreigner has been postponed until December 10th due to Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page fracturing his finger.

The injury to Page’s finger, which was sustained this past weekend, will not allow him to play guitar for 3 weeks. The specialist treating Mr. Page said, “I have examined the fracture to Mr. Page’s finger, and it is my opinion that with proper rest and treatment, he will be ready to resume rehearsing in three weeks time, and thus able to perform on December 10.”

Jimmy Page added, “I am disappointed that we are forced to postpone the concert by two weeks. However, Led Zeppelin have always set very high standards for ourselves, and we feel that this postponement will enable my injury to properly heal, and permit us to perform at the level that both the band and our fans have always been accustomed to.”

Say it ain’t so, Jimmy. The doctor apparently had no comment on whether or not Page is actually a robot, which he kind of sounds like with that last quote. RoboPage rocks!

Springsteen is becoming the Patrick Ewing of rock. The Knicks legend had some great years, but I remember him just as much for all those years, way past his prime, when he played shitty basketball on rickety, worn-out legs. And so it is with the Boss. He released Lucky Town in March 1992, so he’s past his 15th anniversary as a washed-up icon. I just listened to his latest, Magic–a huge misnomer. Just more of that bland, crowded-stage sound, with Springsteen trying to yell something inspirational above all the racket. Sure, he’s still good in the big venue, blasting out the old anthems to baby boomers in bandanas. But when it comes to his post-glory-days stuff, best to combine it all in a medley, combining a trip to Youngstown, cable TV, 9/11, and something from this latest release.

VH1 Crusty or VH1 Catatonic was replaying the 2007 Hip-Hop Honors last night, and only one image is burned into my brain: Busta Rhymes’ fat ol’ belly. Now, I’m not exactly lean. In fact, I’m only a few brownies or gyros away from having a similarly prodigious midsection. But I’m also not a rich rapper who has the resources to hire a professional trainer. So if you’re listening, Busta, please hit the elliptical machine more regularly, or I will continue to track your fatness with untold tenacity.

(I realize it’s been nearly two weeks since VH1 first aired the show, but the network isn’t exactly on-point all the time, either.)