Worrying Sniffles in the Light of Bob

Gotta cold and feeling kinda stuffed up at the moment. Dunno where the cold has come from. Used to be that I could go for years without feeling anything wrong. Those days seem to have gone. Now things come along and for one or two days I can be a little under the I don't know what apart from the fact that I'm not quite there. Not quite 100%, firing on all cylinders. Age, what else can it be? Taking a coupla stumbles as life goes on. Another indication that no one lives forever, including moi. Snuffy nose, blocked up head, sore throat, dry as a bone when I wake up, those are the kinda symptoms I am having to live with more and more. Just happens to be the last thing I need at the moment what with my Bob shows just around the corner...

Coupla days further down the road now from the above para and I've got the first of the Bob shows under my belt - Camden Roundhouse and I gotta say I enjoyed it in ways I didn't necessarily expect. He's a mad man is Bob, riding the keyboard in way that belongs to a different century, riding the keyboard in a wah wah state of bliss... The times when he hit the swish button of ecstasy (Like a Rolling Stone, check it out) were the times when he was at his most surreal and most compelling. And as usual he is still the ultimate shape shifter.

Got there early and queued a long time so as to be at the front but halfway through the show I had to bail out and get a beer 'coz I was feeling whoozy from my bolt from the blue little cold as described above. Made the tactical decision to rereat to the sidelines and it worked - downed a cold pint of Old Speckled Hen and took in Bob from a distance whilst getting myself back together. Needed to do that or else I might have suffered the ignominy of keeling over, except I wouldn't have keeled of course because everyone was so tightly packed together. Good decision ain't no doubt about that as it allowed me to take in the Roundhouse surroundings which were pillared and all rather woody above. When you're near the front you have the advantage of a good sight of Bob and the boys but ya can feel like a bhuoy bobbing up and down on the waves of the sea, with not much of a clue as to what is going on behind you.

Great show - great, great, great. Reviews have been mixed from what I have read so far but whaddha those Mogg Pandys know about it anyway???? So concerned with what is coming up over their shoulders that they just don't know the inbetween resonance that comes to showtime...in other words, the power of Bob when it comes to his numbers. Cardiff tomorrow, first listen of his new CD Together Through Life tonite. When life is good even the drizzle outside Barking Tescos on a Monday morning can be shadow permeated, wildly beautiful, and no I ain't mad.