Since I had no idea what kind of music this dude even played, I immediately downloaded his one record to iTunes and had myself a listen or twelve. I liked it ok. I didn't love it. There were a few songs that I really liked a lot, but overall I wasn't sold.
that slip through the cracks.
Thankfully, Bobby's bus driver wasn't a pussy and didn't let a little snow keep the show from happening...but it did keep quite a few of the fans from making it. Bummer.
So Bobby went on a little after 9pm and played a good hour and a half, which I thought was pretty good for a guy who's only recorded one album. And let me tell you, I was impressed. I was seriously fucking impressed. You know how sometimes you see a concert and the band is horrible? Like the singer's voice needs serious audio mixing equipment to make them sound good so when they play live, it just sucks? Well that is not Bobby. His live show makes his recorded stuff sound like it was done in a basement on a cassette tape in a boombox.
music reviewer like Jenny Jerkface so don't expect any complex musicy-type observations...but wow, just wow! Bobby mainly plays an acoustic guitar but when he mixed it up with the electric, I tingled down to my toes. The addition of a backing band made the show feel more rock-ish and less folksy. Guess I just like it a little harder. [TWSS!!] I almost didn't recognize a few of the songs.
While he seemed a bit uncomfortable on stage, hiding behind a full beard and a curtain of hair that hung in front of his face throughout the whole show, he managed to keep the 60 or so fans engaged with amusing stories of being on tour, his "fucking freezing" bus, the snowstorm woes, and eating lobster rolls at a local seafood restaurant. He wore black jeans and a t-shirt layered under a plaid shirt, layered under a cardigan sweater (grampy? is that you?), and some serious pointy-toe shoes that gave me high school flashbacks. (Think 1986 people.)
He closed with my favorite song of his: Dead and Done. Which was like a gazillion times better live.
What? You thought I was going to forget to tell you about my "special treatment?" A few weeks before the concert, I started working my radio station connections to see if anyone could get me a "meet and greet" with Bobby. I was surprised when one station got back to me and said "no problem!" HOLY SHIT! We were gonna get to meet him!
I had no idea what a "meet and greet" entailed. I had never done anything like this. But just in case we spent any amount of time with him, I frantically emailed the gang asking for smart music questions I could ask so I didn't sound like a complete redneck douchebag. I also figured it was probably a good idea not to ask him any questions about RPattz...although I did dare Double_Dippin to pick pocket his phone so we could steal Rob's number. She chickened out. Pffft.
So before the show started, I met with his tour manager, who was a super nice dude. He tells me that after the show, Bobby usually comes down to the merchandise table to sign the stuff people buy. And after he was finished, we would be taken up to Bobby's dressing room for a more "intimate meet and greet" - wha...wha.. WHAT? There surely must be some other fans getting the same treatment, right? Um... nope. Just us.
Once the autograph signing finished, we were escorted up to the dressing room and got to spend about 20 minutes with Bobby (his tour manager chaperoned) hanging out chatting. He was very chatty which was surprising because he seemed very shy and quiet on stage. I managed to ask him a few of my questions - but for the most part I was so enthralled with both his accent (unf...the accent!) and how incredibly polite he was that I totally don't remember his answers. I would be a horrible interviewer.
I forget, because he's so popular within the Twidom, that he's really a very new artist and he's thrilled if he gets 200-250 people at a show. I told him I was sorry Mother Nature screwed him with the snowstorm, but he really appeared all right with the small crowd. I'm pretty sure, had the tour manager not stepped in, Bobby would have chatted with us much longer. I was on my best behavior (yes, I do have one of those) having set the meeting up through work, so I'm sorry there were no shenanigans to report. Even though Donnersun had asked me to get a picture of his ass and lick his face for her... I failed at both requests. Sorry dude. He's really got no ass anyway...
Before we left, he agreed to take a few photos...
Ugh, so many things wrong with this photo... why didn't someone tell me I was sporting a double chin, greasy bangs and a shiny forehead? I look scared. And Bobby looks scared... I wonder if someone told him about my freezer?
Me and Double_Dippin snuggling with Bobby...look at him muckling on to us. He obviously doesn't want us to go. Why didn't I think to slip in an ass grab while my hand was back there? Although DD tried to get him to take a few naughty spanky-type photos. That's when we were escorted off the premises.
If you have the chance to see Bobby at some point, do it. It probably won't cost you a lot and it's totally worth it. And word on the street is he usually signs merchandise after his shows so get yer asses to that table for a little face time. Now what does this little rendezvous bring my degrees of separation down to? One? Mutherfucka, I hung with someone who hangs with the Preh-tay! Squeeeee!