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Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by mark davies

mark davies — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 21:57:15 +0000

I met Bob when he had the shop in Wolfe st. I got to know him through our daily ritual of playing the pinny, endless pots of stove-top Lavazza and tales from the road. He liked Kerouac, but listening to Bob was better.

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Les Gully

Les Gully — Wed, 06 Jun 2018 05:40:58 +0000

Spot on.

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Les Gully

Les Gully — Wed, 06 Jun 2018 02:16:32 +0000

He’s love that!

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Annette

Annette — Mon, 04 Jun 2018 09:07:09 +0000

So many good times our youth

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Mark Tucker

Mark Tucker — Mon, 04 Jun 2018 01:36:26 +0000

The first time I met Bobby was when he was playing at The Wicko over 30 years ago. He played Donovan’s Season of The Witch in the style of the 1968 record Super Session ..(Al Kooper, Mike Bloomfield and Stephen Stills)..a fav of mine. As a bit of fun I would always greet Bobby by saying Season of Witch and he would smile.

The last time I ran into Bobby was in the Aldi carpark Mayfield and he was brimming with enthusiasm about a Rockwells recording project.I was dismayed about his stroke and we discussed him taking up the lap steel or Theremin.

RIP Bobby and thanks for your great sound.

..Season of the Witch
Donovan

When I look out my window,
Many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
So many different people to be
That it’s strange, so strange.

You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
Mmm, must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
Must be the season of the witch.

When I look over my shoulder,
What do you think I see?
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange, sure he’s strange.

You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
Beatniks are out to make it rich,
Oh no, must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
Must be the season of the witch.

You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
The rabbits running in the ditch,
Beatniks are out to make it rich,
Oh no, must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch.

When I look out my window,
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window,
So many different people to be
It’s strange, sure is strange.
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
The rabbits running in the ditch,
Oh no, must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
Must be the season of the witch.
When I look, when I look.

Songwriters: Donovan Leitch
Season of the Witch lyrics © O/B/O Apra Amcos

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by wingedwoman2014

wingedwoman2014 — Sat, 02 Jun 2018 07:43:49 +0000

Over the years had many times sharing a chat, a meal when visiting . Also had the opportunity to hear him play may he play loud and clear in the heavens.

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Troy Eberhard

Troy Eberhard — Sat, 02 Jun 2018 02:01:32 +0000

Hung out skating as kids I mean

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Troy Eberhard

Troy Eberhard — Sat, 02 Jun 2018 02:00:11 +0000

I recall Nicholas taking me to a live gig of his Fathers when we hung out skit as kids. The music was encapsulating, the vibe was great. I’ll never forget the bacon & egg rolls at the shop either. My deepest condolences to the immediate Fletcher family. Troy.

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Annette Edwards

Annette Edwards — Sat, 02 Jun 2018 00:27:22 +0000

World Exploded, ring the whole world , thanks for the music Bobby

Comment on Vale Bob Fletcher by Annette Edwards

Annette Edwards — Sat, 02 Jun 2018 00:06:04 +0000

I had a bad dream just the other night I dreamed the would exploded But I know that ain’t right Its not like that at all no no its not like that at all I had a bad scene sitting on a bus I saw the wheels fall off and we rolled into a ditch Whats the fuss when its not like that at all no no no its not like that at all Its not what it seems Its only fantasies and dreams I crept into a phone box just the other night I thought id ring the whole would up and pick a fight Thats all right when its not like that at all I took a wrong turn sitting on my bed I saw the sun into the night Its in my head and its not like that at all no no no its not like that at all Its only fantasies and dreams Song by Bobby RIP my friend