Great SUPER DESCRIPTIVE Review of Bobby’s Nashy Show!

I love when people write reviews and such in an amazingly descriptive way that give you not only the details on the show itself, but to the point where I can smell the mozerella sticks and taste the beer (mmmm….!). And the British Pop Culture Examiner Donna Peerce did just that with her review of Bobby’s performance last night at 3rd & Lindsley!

Here is just a little taste of the article. Mmmmm, delicious!

The clock ticked on. Waitresses served mozzarella sticks and chicken quesadillas to hungry fans. Guys wandered through the chairs with beers in hand and some slipped outside for a smoke. Finally, around 8:00 p.m., Bobby came out of the dressing room and made his way through the throngs of fans to the stage. Wearing a white button-down shirt and blue-jeans, he pushed his hair off his face, picked up his new Gibson J200 guitar and started playing. That guitar was a star in itself; its tone was the richest, most vibrant sound I’ve heard in a long time. So luxurious was the tone, I wanted to drink it in and let it seep into my soul. Even Bobby admitted it was his “love” and that he slept with it at night. I can understand why. I could have listened to Bobby playing that beautiful guitar all night long.

With his brown hair sweeping long over his eyes, Bobby began singing. The crowd seemed a bit subdued for a while, clapping politely after each song. Maybe they were digesting all those mozzarella sticks and quesadillas or maybe they were just mesmerized by Bobby’s soulful, raspy voice.

To compare him to Bob Dylan is a cliché; however, he has the soul of a master like Bob Dylan and a slight eccentricity as well. Bobby seems sweet, almost shy. He has the smile of a mischievous teenage boy and big brown eyes of a wise old man. His songs belie the fact that he’s only 22 years old. His songs are the songs of an old soul who has experienced heartache, loneliness and love. If one believes in reincarnation, then it’s safe to assume Bobby is an old soul who has been around many lifetimes before. If one doesn’t believe in reincarnation, then one can assume he’s just a wise old soul in a young body. No matter what one believes, his songs evoke a loneliness that stirs deep in the heart, splitting the heart wide open where it’s possible to fall in and drown in that sadness.

As the night wore on, Bobby became more comfortable and began joking with the crowd. Someone had thrown something that looked like a furry hat onto the stage and Bobby picked it up, saying, “There’s no way I’m going to wear that.” I’m not sure what the “furry” thing was, but he threw it back out into the crowd. I don’t blame him. It was freaky.

Read the full article right here!