Bob's voice is in great shape. I see that 10-foot neon sign of the Guitar Player 100 feet above the street on the wall of the New Haven Coliseum, dancing beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free. Wonderful beautiful harmonies. There so many songs you want to hear. I wonder when he might be coming back to New Haven or maybe I could drive further next time.
Tomorrow is a long time, immense.
There was only one harp solo, I guess Bob's been playing less harp music. Maybe saving that breath, may it last forever. And life is brief. Takes one to know one she smiles, puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis style. Bob turns and molds the words with his voice, like clay into sweet strawberries.