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…..why My Mate The Professor has no hair.

Over the years, he’s torn it all out in exasperation.

I suffered irreparable follicle damage yesterday, too.

It went like this:

Albert Lee‘s playing at the Rex in Lorsch, MMTP is doing what professors do at University far away, but his missus says she’ll tag along.

She’s very sweet, really quite clued up and if we hadn’t worked together years ago I’d never have met MMTP, which gets her no end of brownie points.

But sometimes she’s a bit of a challenge.

Call up Ms. MMTP on Monday and get her voice mail

“I’m back in the office on February 4”

Last month or next year?

We arrange to meet at a restaurant we’ve been to before in Lorsch at 6:30.

6:30

6:40

6:45

Cellphone rings.

“WHERE were we meeting…?”

So she decides to take the doggy bag to the car before the concert.

Off we traipse.

“This doesn’t look right” she says after we’ve been walking for about 5 minutes ” I’m sure I parked outside whatsitsname”

Ask someone where whatitsname is.

Turn around, walk back to the restaurant and there it is.

Opposite direction from our original trek and you can almost SEE it from the restaurant.

And after the concert, we’re walking back to the car and she’s muttering “Now, where’s my key? I KNOW it was in here somewhere. This bag’s the fashion equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle…”

The concert?

Excellent as always.

And of course it’s of great comfort to see people on stage who are older than oneself (or if they’re not, they look it..)

New album out, for once with a decent artwork and all covers – everything from John Hiatt to Ray Charles via Steely Dan, with a bit of Carole King and Little Feat thrown in for good measure.

Played

Don’t – Elvis’s version

although I’ve become more attached to David Gilmour’s reading.

Rad Gumbo – here’s Little Feat’s version although anything in the post-Lowell George era doesn’t do a lot for me.

Proof here, with a 35 year old live “Dixie Chicken”.

Didn’t do “Man of Constant Sorrow”, so here’s Rod’s version (pushing 40 years, as we speak) ad how could he without a mandolin.

And that was fascinating, too.
Just a single Stratocaster, which Gerry Hogan gets to use when Albert’s on piano. None of this prima donna “Ineedadifferentguitarforeverysong” stuff.

And “Can your Grandpa rock and roll like this?”

Albert can.

And did you know that he played on Marc Benno’s “Lost in Austin”

Me neither, until someone in the “get stuff signed” queue told me.

Quite appropriate, although Ms MMTP was more “Lost in Lorsch”

Don’t think anyone’s written it yet…..