She loved him when she was a young punk. Mr VJ, the hippy, was never impressed.
The skinny, long haired, Irish grandfather came to a small town last night and raised the roof.
Sir Bob and his band had them
rocking. Musician, songwriter, philanthropist. He
made them laugh. Music from the heart. He made them
think. Stories of Ireland and Africa. Of dark times. Of hope. The rat has matured and so has his voice.
His backing band, a motley crew of
musical geniuses. Would they see him
again? Oh yes … Mr VJ, quietly admitting, “he was good, really good”. Praise indeed!
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After reading this I'm pretty jealous. I would love to have heard Bob discuss his views on Politics and sectarianism in Ireland and the African discussions would have been amazing too, the guy really is a talent and an incredibly caring person at that, it's great the husband enjoyed it too!
Marina,
I am surely getting an education in music from you! I've never heard of Sir Bob but he certainly sounds a lot like our Bob Dylan! :)
Now! I am a bit jealous to be honest!
What an evening it must have been!
That must have been great! I've always loved him too!
Buongiorno cara Marina.
Ti ringrazio, sei dolcissima! Io vi auguro un indimenticabile A Diamond Jubilee Day!
Un caro saluto, *Maristella*.
Sounds like a great evening was had ;-) dee x
nice posting... :)
XOXO
Fun!
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young, bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
The Saturday night city beat had already started and the
The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action
And young Billy watched it under the yellow street light
And said "tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight"
I loved the Boomtown Rats, didn't think you were old enough to have been an old punk - I was one too ha ha!
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