June 28, 2014 by vinylburns
Howdy Music Lovers,
I couldn’t resist busting out a little mix, kicking off with a tip of the hat to a gentleman and battler of funk and soul, who passed this weekend, a year to the day after I caught him at Glastonbury.
A couple of rock-star variety entertainers and I had just finished up our Glasto-Satoday of fruit cake, left field, twisted and ridiculous circus fandango, up in the Circus & Theatre field, grabbed a bit to eat, and ventured out to see some class.
Bobby Womack was the obvious choice…
We showed up about 10 minutes into his set… heard a few tunes, and were digging it. Then old Bobby was suddenly being patronised and corrected by a young upstart on the piano… “you’re not even clapping in time Bobby… it’s rudimentary stuff…” – on and on he went.
As if that weren’t weird and uncomfortable enough, after only 25 minutes, they packed up… so we left in search of other excitement.
As it turned out, it was Damon Albarn sharing a joke with the great man, as they bounced through the pre-Womack Gorillaz set.
I guess we made a mistake, walking away from that great, final opportunity to be showered in golden soul.
Still, the transvestite apocalyptic rave on a crashed tube-train, was ok too.
Enjoy the tunes, Bobby.