I've now lived nearly half my life in the Washington D.C. area, but the first half of it happened in the St. Louis area. And it feels like just yesterday that I was dancing and singing along next to Beatle Bob (or at least standing there while he danced and sang). We never had any substantial conversations. The rock was enough for both of us. And he seemed to be at most shows that I attended, at least the club shows at the likes of Mississippi Nights, Cicero's, and Kennedy's. Beatle Bob announced in January on Facebook that his streak of 9,439 days in a row seeing concerts (minus 85 days during COVID when the city's ordinance shut down musical performances) was coming to an end, as he had been weakened by ALS Lou Gehrig's Disease.
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