OK, so let’s get all this out of the way at the start.

No, he didn’t talk to us. Why would he? For Bob, it’s a purely transactional thing... you pay, he plays. It’s simple economics, stupid. He didn’t even bother doing the ritualistic thing of name-checking each band member towards the end of the gig. He doesn’t do the schmooze-fest thing. He’s an American guy of 69 years of age. Why should he owe us such a burden of care, that he uniquely recognises that we are so screwed up nationally we believe every visitor to our shores will tell us we are wonderful. He doesn’t know that, so he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t know we are that screwed up. So... as they say, get over it. He’s only taking care of business.

But this was a great gig. Here’s the stats. He started at 8.15 and he closed at 10.15, hardly drawing breath for an eighteen piece set between an initial sham closing and the encore.