B. I'm a grumpy bastard and I hate going to gigs where people do that dog whistle thing almost constantly or talk the whole way through the gig (Explosions in the Sky in MCR).
This ^^^^. Yesterday there were people near us who, having coughed up 90+ quid to see His Bobness were still gobbing away throughout his set. My grate frend Mr Woolrich gave them a telling-off, which earned him congratulations from a swarthy Scotsman afterwards 
I'm old enough to have been at the Newcastle leg of Bob's "infamous" electric tour - first half acoustic, second with electricity. Someone shouted, "Bobby, (obviously knew him personally) we've come to hear a folk-singer, not a rock-singer!" To which, the response was, "And e've come to hear him, not you!" BD only said one thing all night, I think. It was, "Don't bug me, I'm a sick man." I remember the "controversy" as being blown up by the press out of all proportion. You had to be there. It was a great concert, in at the start of something epochal. It's also why I probably won't be going to see his upcoming shows - too many memories to keep intact!
Peter
