Last night (3/20) Bob stopped by Mill Valley's 2 am Club, a beloved neighborhood bar (a landmark for those growing up in Marin) to sit in with a local band for a 45 minute set. It wasn't advertised, though word got out a bit among friends of the bar owners. The bar has to be sold and has a few days left under this ownership (who've had it for 20 years or so), so there was a lot of emotion running through the place. The bar owner, Steve, got up and sang "Knockin on Heaven's Door" with Bob, admitting to us that he couldn't really sing well, though no one seemed to care and everyone cheered him on. Bob was a trooper, not looking entirely comfortable the whole time, but doing his best to step up to the plate. Not surprisingly the music wasn't the best I've heard— the sound wasn't mixed and the band had never played with Bob before. But that didn't do anything to dampen the enjoyment of the moment: the band did an impressive job of playing Bob's music (which the band leader later told me they'd practiced for 10 days)-and it was more about the emotion of the night than the best music performance ever. After about 7 or 8 songs, Bob stepped down, cased up his guitar, and slowly made his way out of the bar, stopping to take some photos with the bar staff on his way. Steve, the bar owner, was obviously moved that Bob had stopped by on what was obviously a sad night for him.
I've been a bartender for MANY years at a blues club that is actually quote famous. RD played at a club just a block away. I was really hoping for a visit by some of the band. I actually got to meet all of them after the show. They seemed quite comfortable where they were, so I didn't press the issue.
Anyway, thanks for the poignanat story. Do you recall what they played?
Good god, that video is bad.
Bob was very cool to be there and to endure that guy "singing" right in his face.
Alcohol's bad, mmmmkay?
Tell the impaired guy to use a smaller cup next time...