Went to see my old favorite, Steve Forbert, Friday night. His first album, Alive on Arrival, come out on 1978. The song Going Down to Laurel got a little bit of radio airplay. I was hooked immediately.
Forbert may not be one of the greats like Paul Simon or Bob Dylan, but I feel he’s definitely in the next tier down. He has a lyrical gift, which I believe is what drew me in long ago.
Well, well I’m goin’ down to Laurel
It’s a dirty stinkin’ town, yeah
But me I know exactly
What I’m going to find
Little girl I’m goin’ to see
She is a fool for lovin’ me
But she’s in love
And love’s a funny state of mind
Alive on Arrival really nailed what it’s like to be a young, carefree and careless guy out to have a good time. It’s probably his best album, but he has continued to make high quality records up to this day. He’s worth checking out.
The show was highly enjoyable. He played a good mix of old and new tunes. It was nice to see all the fellow fans. I felt like a member of a special, secret club. Too bad so few people know him.