Bobbe Seymour plays "Crazy" on Fender lap steel
Posted: 13 Apr 2022 6:36 am
Over on FB, we've been talking about Bobbe. There are so many great non-pedal steel players - and I've been influenced by many of 'em - but Bobbe Seymour's playing holds a special place in my heart. He played steel in a number of styles but his solo playing had a unique harmonic sense with a beautiful conception for chord subs, lush turn arounds, dissonance, and all delivered with the richest, warm tone. I adored what he could do with a standard like this amazing version of "Crazy".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HDxImv7F6o
I spent a number of hours with him in person and he was such a funny raconteur of a person: fast cars, airplanes multiple wives, a million instruments; he was larger than life and there was nobody like him. Many of us have Bobbe stories. Here are a few of mine ...
The day I met Bobbe, I sat down at a Fender triple (I later bought from him and even later, sold back) and played the lamest Sweet Georgia Brown you've ever heard. Bobbe then sat down and played the most amazing version of "Georgia Brown" moving from Merle Travis style to his signature lush chords. I was astonished.
I was chatting with him in the store when pedal steel great Jimmie Crawford walked in. They kidded each other a bit and the each turned to me and praised the other’s playing in such a warm, sincere, brotherly way it was surprising. Men don't usually reveal their feelings so openly.
Another time, Bobbe told me he was “On the model’s diet” and waiting for his wife to bring him his lunch. A while later, in walks a beautiful 6ft woman in a red dress and stiletto heels: Mrs. Bobbe. She hands him his lunch - one hard boiled egg. The contrast between this balding middle aged guy with a paunch and his runway model wife was very amusing.
What a memorable character and wonderful steel player. RIP Bobbe.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HDxImv7F6o
I spent a number of hours with him in person and he was such a funny raconteur of a person: fast cars, airplanes multiple wives, a million instruments; he was larger than life and there was nobody like him. Many of us have Bobbe stories. Here are a few of mine ...
The day I met Bobbe, I sat down at a Fender triple (I later bought from him and even later, sold back) and played the lamest Sweet Georgia Brown you've ever heard. Bobbe then sat down and played the most amazing version of "Georgia Brown" moving from Merle Travis style to his signature lush chords. I was astonished.
I was chatting with him in the store when pedal steel great Jimmie Crawford walked in. They kidded each other a bit and the each turned to me and praised the other’s playing in such a warm, sincere, brotherly way it was surprising. Men don't usually reveal their feelings so openly.
Another time, Bobbe told me he was “On the model’s diet” and waiting for his wife to bring him his lunch. A while later, in walks a beautiful 6ft woman in a red dress and stiletto heels: Mrs. Bobbe. She hands him his lunch - one hard boiled egg. The contrast between this balding middle aged guy with a paunch and his runway model wife was very amusing.
What a memorable character and wonderful steel player. RIP Bobbe.