Rod Stewart is playing here in Limerick tonight, and somebody offered me a ticket, but I couldn’t accept because I was going to a family thing. The dreaded Significant Birthday.
But why, perhaps you’re wondering. Why might you be thinking of attending a Rod Stewart concert?
To which I might answer, Because he’s fucking great.
Because Rod Stewart has credibility going all the way back as far as The Faces and Jeff Beck. Because this guy was instrumental in the creation of blues-rock. Because he has a voice as raw and dirty as anything you’ve ever heard and because he lives and breathes rock and roll.
This guy is the fucking business. The real deal.
And you know, people try to sneer at him, but Rod has been there and done that. He’s the genuine article. This fella has played with Long John Baldry, Brian Auger, Julie Christie, the Stones and the Walker Brothers. He played with Peter Green and Ronnie Wood.
Jesus Christ, how much credibility does one man need?
I’m as pissed off as one human being can be that I can’t blunder out to Thomond Park and listen to the great Rod Stewart singing Gasoline Alley and The Killing of Georgie.
I don’t wanna talk about it …