I saw the Pretenders a few days ago and Ms. Hynde introduced the song with a tale of how a bunch of ugly looking bikers had ridden into a cemetery in which she was meditating (in Akron, obviously) to pay their respects to a man that had saved them. That they were part of a secret society and the man's identity was a secret, and she should not disclose it but . . after a pause . . . said she would just call him Dr. Bob. And that maybe one day she might need him to save her, too.
It was a personal highlight of the concert for me, though the crowd -- much mellowed by various things -- apparently did not get or did not care about the veiled AA/recovery reference.
I looked up the lyrics after. Ms. Hynde did well, especially for a "normie."
I saw the Pretenders a few days ago and Ms. Hynde introduced the song with a tale of how a bunch of ugly looking bikers had ridden into a cemetery in which she was meditating (in Akron, obviously) to pay their respects to a man that had saved them. That they were part of a secret society and the man's identity was a secret, and she should not disclose it but . . after a pause . . . said she would just call him Dr. Bob. And that maybe one day she might need him to save her, too.
ReplyDeleteIt was a personal highlight of the concert for me, though the crowd -- much mellowed by various things -- apparently did not get or did not care about the veiled AA/recovery reference.
I looked up the lyrics after. Ms. Hynde did well, especially for a "normie."