Color me impressed
I met Bobbo at a Paul Westerberg show back in 2005. I was still reeling from my father’s death. Still grief-stricken, though it was maybe more than six months later.
I had recently started working as the only web editor for the company. Back then it was just Tony Dodero and I as we started up dailypilot.com and the other sites for Times Community News. So I was working long hours. Some pretty late shifts. Needless to say my biological clock felt like a car crash on the 405 — all twisted up and waiting for the ambulance to take you away while rubberneckers gaped. It was in that spirit that I showed up late for the show, not understanding at the time that the House of Blues actually starts rock shows on time. Quite a foreign concept for this old rock critic who has waited hours and hours for shows to start. Anyway, I missed most of it. Afterward it was announced that Westerberg would meet fans after the show — appropriately enough in bizarre fashion the ex-Replacements frontman was meeting fans one at a time.
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