Malibu Bobby was blue.

It was the Winter I was hanging out around the west side of California when I meet Robert (Bob). At one of those typical West Hollywood parties, lots of hot crotch and silicone breasts. These parties have more pretty blonde people in one place than any other place on Earth. In the corner of the game room he is pick’n and grin’n a sweet six string, a handful of folks, half-ass paying attention to his impromptu performance.

I slide in sideways for a closer look see and to hear the boy. Is that Adrien Brody I ask my gal pal. “He gets that all the time, don’t mention it, he gets pissed”. Ok. I’m a big fan of all kinds of music. I can’t play any instrument and am in awe of those that can do it well. Bob played a couple of tunes then disappeared.

In the next two months there was a party happening every other day at someone’s house. A friend of a friend of friend, all were having parties, L.A. to Malibu and back again. During these weeks, months our paths crisscrossed and I became friendly with Robert or Bob, his friends called him Bobby, his stage name was Malibu Bobby.

There was this one Sunday night Bobby was having an invitation only performance at a East side dive. His new CD was dropping the following week, and a select few had the opportunity to hear his songs before they were in the stores. By chance I wrangled an invite for two, my lady friend and I had great seats in this tiny venue, a full house, not too crowded. A great sound system in this place, sorta like your whole body was inside a set of headphones. I was thinking this was a nice ending for my last night in California. I was ridin’ out east early thirty.

His musical set that night was tight, magical, flawless. The crowd was in awe, breathless at times, toe tapp’n at others. I swear that boy struck ever emotional cord a breathing body had. Before we knew it, last call was here, house lights had flashed twice, the last song on the CD up next and for the night. The lights go down low, a blue spot washes across his face and shoulders. The crowd calms down and focuses in on Bob. I heard him mumble some words about his heart being broken, the flip-sided pain was to great for anyone to ever want to try and love again.

That pick of his started to dance around on them strings slow and easy at first. Sprinkled through the song were riffs reminiscent of a lone wolf howling at the moon. Each string on that box was getting a beating, stretched, pulled and plucked with a veracity I’d never seen or heard before. Lyrics reaching deep down into his soul, a hypnotic voice chilling your bones, goose bumps pop’n.

As the house lights were slowly coming up, one of his strings popped, then another string breaks, suddenly he stops—all movement is frozen. He sits there, stares into the crowd, not a word. You could have heard a pin drop, not a sound in the room. I look around the place, not one dry eye did I see. We all sat there in silence for a couple of minutes before anyone moved. Malibu Bobby had showed and told us every bit of his blues on that song. It was his last song of the night that inspired this painting.

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