Across 110th Street
I went to Bobby Womack last night. He rocked an old theatre in Auckland in a red leather suit teamed with red shoes, red glasses and a red leather hat. He looked a bit like this:
And he sounded terrific. I was there for just one song, Across 110th Street, one of the greatest disco hits ever made I think and Bobby’s best tune. And, luckily, it was the first tune he played last night. It made me think of New York, The Big C and the time Janey and I drove across 110th Street in Harlem, singing Across 110th Street. I had a little tear as I clapped along, but I so, so enjoyed it.