I have been a Robin Trower fan for many years. From the time I was about eight years old, I was listening to Bridge of Sighs and all subsequent albums my older sister picked up. By the time I was in high school, I was bumming albums from friends or exchanging albums with them. Whatever worked. My friends and I were [mostly] teenagers (we always had present a contingent much older than we were, though), we were partying, and Trower's music was perfect for the after-midnight activities we got into. We'd be out in the boonies or at the beach, cars circled around, the occasional bonfire flickering and flaring, and there would be lots of great music, Trower included.
So how was it I'd never seen him in concert until I hit 40? Time, money, opportunity… whatever. The fact is, it just didn't happen. Until July 24, 2006. And there I was, front and center for most of the show.
In a way, I'm glad I hadn't seen Robin Trower until now. At 61, he's comfortable being himself, playing for the fun of it, and enjoying what he's doing. He has nothing to prove to the masses anymore. He's made a name for himself and he's earned the respect of many, serving as inspiration to far more guitarists than most of his peers. And you know what? He can still make your heart pound, feet move, hips sway, head bob, and bring tears to your eyes as he performs "Spellbound."
That's what I was, spellbound. Robin Trower had the entire crowd right where he wanted us, hanging on to each and every note.
The one word that keeps coming to mind when I think of this particular show is "Wow!"
After, I was talking with friends, some of whom I know through Blues Lovers, and some new friends I'd made right on the spot. One of them had opened for Trower a few times in the past. Pretty cool. Then someone mentioned how other friends thought Trower was too "rock and roll" and not at all blues. Wha-a-a-a?? Robin has some of the deepest British blues I've ever heard. Haven't they listened to "Go My Way" or "Too Rolling Stoned"? No matter. Those of us gathered shook our heads at the sheer ignorance of the under-educated and then nodded as we thought about the music we'd just heard. It was, quite simply, the best of British blues.
Davey Pattison (vocals), Dave Bronze (bass), and Pete Thompson (drums) were absolutely perfect. They were all obviously having a good time, not just because they were sharing the stage with Robin, but really having fun because it's what they love doing. Again, "Wow!"
You can bet I won't hesitate to see him again. Not on your life.