Bobby Lounge is a piano player and singer, stemming from the deep south, from McComb, Mississippi to be precise. Under his real name Dub Brock he has quite a reputation as a painter. Fans of Brock often don’t know Lounge, and vice versa. An important aspect of his artistic being and his life in general seems to be his illness. Lounge suffers from the dreaded CFS. He seems to be living in a kind of seclusion and enters the stage in an…iron lung pushed by his faithfull nurse Gina, whom he always brings under the spotlights, on the site and also at the beginning of his third CD Bobby’s Back In Town - Live. All this doesn’t prevent Bobby to unleash his hell hounds on stage. Once at the piano he goes through a complete metamorphosis. It’s as if he plays the 88 keys from his birth, or maybe even earlier. He finds his inspiration in barrelhouse, but the blues, gospel and boogie woogie of New Orleans and the whole south is surely included in the package. Add to this that clear, powerful and flexible voice and his remarkable sense of humour, not seldom concerning his own situation, and the fact that he disappeared from the stage after the talked-about concerts at Ruby’s Roadhouse in Mandeville, Louisiana in the early eighties (a tape was floating around all this time) only to reemerge unexpectedly at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival (Jazz Fest) in 2005. This come-back concert got rave reviews in the major press channels. You could become a legend for far less! His songs mostly deal with the people from the deep south and seen this way he can be considered a southern man’s Tom Lehrer…If, of course, this utter piano playing genius, satirist and mathematician still rings a bell (if not start googling, dear reader!!!) Comparisons with Randy Newman do not seem that relevant. But to give you at least some idea, someting like ,,Ben Folds meets Jerry Lee Lewis meets Fats Domino’’ might do the trick. An ironical song like ‘I’ll Always Be Better Than You’ (als available as a...T-shirt) tells much about his artistry. It is said that the man uses this oneliner to keep his concerts rare and far between. Amateurs of the genre should not deny themselves this sparkling CD.
