DR. BOB ROCKS NASHVILLE!
Dr. Bob co-founders Bets Pott (l) and Jeffrey Howrey (r) recently played dates in Nashville, including a benefit for Operation Smile, headlined by Southern rock legend Delbert McClinton (2nd f l) and former Fleetwood Mac member and daughter of Delaney and Bonnie, Becca Bramlett (2nd f r).
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DR. BOB ROCKS!
For more photos of recent Dr. Bob shows, click on "Rocks!," "History/Intro," "History/Comeback," and "Photo Gallery." Dr. Bob band is pictured below onstage after receiving three encores from an enthusiastic crowd at Park City's Deer Valley amphitheater recently. (L.- r: Carl Roehmann, Greg Friedman, Bets Pott, Dave Knose, Tracy Nielson, and Jeffrey Howrey.) The concert also included a guest appearance by Park City's mayor, Dana Williams, on harmonica. (Photos by Jill Orschel.) 
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Dr. Boblog #4 (July-August 2008) |
Lawyer Advises Eating Marijuana;
Cop Watches, Does Nothing
The two best things that ever happened to old guitar player geezers like me are air guitar and the “Guitar Hero” video game craze. While countless hordes waste their time and brain cells on the instant gratification of such mindless pursuits, it keeps the hard-earned talents that real guitarists such as myself acquired decades ago in high demand. In short, long after old-timer pickers such as myself should have been put out to pasture, our abilities are still keeping us in the musical fray because so few young people in our techno-crazed society are willing to apply themselves with the energy and focus necessary to acquire old-school craftsmanship essential to mastering the guitar.
Let’s put it this way – you don’t get calluses on your fingertips from playing “Guitar Hero.”
You gotta pay the dues if you wanna play the blues.
What is even more remarkable is that activities such as air guitar and “Guitar Hero” actually enhance the societal status of real guitar players. All the sycophants who emulate us thusly simply underscore the importance and prestige of our picking abilities. They make us look cool.
A few nights ago at the Avalon Theater in Salt Lake City they staged the “Regional Qualifier for the U.S. Air Guitar Championships.” Incredible! People actually paid $12 to get in.
I am even more appreciative of the “Air Guitar” video game fad. Not only does it keep millions of teenagers busy not learning how to play the guitar, it also underscores the durability and cultural importance of the classic rock vein I adore. Because, from what I can gather, most of the songs used in the video game series are dinosaur anthems from such old warhorses as Aerosmith and Deep Purple. (Which makes sense, of course, because the catchiest rock guitar riffs of all time were composed during the heyday of classic rock.)
Rock on, dudes.
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Dr. Boblog #3 (June 2008) |
Girlfriend is Fonda Cox
In 1966, the most awesome thing in the world was to be a young college student dude who looked exactly like Mickey Dolenz, the drummer in the Monkees. I had an uncle just like that. And, I kid you not, his name was Mickey. The Monkees are now, of course, generally considered to be a big joke. Best known via re-runs of their classic ‘60s TV series, they are perceived as sort of living cartoon characters. But in 1966, they were bad to the bone. They ruled. Legitimate rock superstars. As big as the Beatles in their own goofy way. Way cool. It all changed overnight. By 1968, the rock press and hippie intelligentsia had dismissed the Monkees as bubblegum impostors for a variety of reasons. |
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Dr. Boblog #2 (May 2008) U.F.O. Spotted |
Dr. Boblog #2 (May 2008)
U.F.O. Spotted
My father was in the Army with Elvis. They were stationed together in the same unit in Germany in the late 1950s.
Although my father, Don, was often around Elvis, he didn’t know him. The young, recently drafted rock star was generally kept at a distance from the common soldiers and was given preferential treatment and special assignments. And Elvis was so homesick that the Army had to bring his parents over to live with him in an off-base apartment. So it wasn’t like Elvis was hanging out at the barracks or the PX a lot.
But my father said that from what he could observe, Elvis seemed to be an all right guy.
I’m sure Elvis would have felt the same way about my father. They had a lot in common. My father looked a lot like Elvis. They were both small town hard-ass studs. My father, like Elvis, had grown up dirt poor, instilled with rock solid Depression-era values, such as honesty and hard work. Their childhood hometowns in the South and Midwest were separated by only a few hundred miles.
So, undoubtedly my father felt the same sort of homesickness Elvis did while overseas. But all of that was just a memory by the time Don Howrey returned Stateside in 1959 to be with his young bride, Carol, and his toddler son, me. (My only sibling, sister Lee Ann, had not been born yet.)
We soon settled into a tiny, rustic cabin in a wooded area on the outskirts of Springfield, Illinois. Outside the back door was a small fishing pond which sat below the house and was surrounded by dense foliage.
On a very cold night in February my parents were suddenly awakened in the early morning hours. There was an extremely bright, almost blinding light outside. They went to the window. |
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Back From the Grave Now Available! |
New Dr. Bob CD "Back From the Grave" Now Available!
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