It made so much sense that Dave Dobbyn and Don McGlashan would do this – not just share a bill, but share a stage; shared band leading them through a selection of back-catalogue material from two careers across bands and solo work. As a fan of both I was into it. As someone hopeful that collaboration and new presentation of old ideas or a new idea of how to present the old – or however you want to see (and hear it) – will be a good thing, and a new thing I was optimistic. And it was a lovely concert. As I wrote.
I had, just before the show – written about how Dave Dobbyn’s album The Islander had been so important to me.
So fuck me when the second set of the gig started and DD leaned into the mic and said, “this is for Simon” – or something like that. I didn’t quite hear it right and worried a bit that I had imagined it. But he said it and they played his Blindman’s Bend, a song I had waxed rhapsodic about – or tried to – in that then-recent post. So it was plausible I was getting a shout-out. Holy shit, it was plausible.
And yes, seems I did.
Got a message from a friend in the crowd. “Mate, think you just got a mention”. Or something like that.