I am a linesman for Notts County
Judging by appearances it’s very hard to believe that Glen Campbell (as seen at Birmingham Symphony Hall on 30/4/10) is 74. He looks, what, late 50s? Early 60s at the oldest. Craziness, especially when one considers his troubles with the old *glug glug glug* in the past. His slightly rambling talk between songs is a little less misleading: “I’m happy to be here; hell, I’m just happy to be anywhere” he announced, at least three or four times.
He’s well looked after, though, with his family around him on tour – three of ‘em in his band, in fact (I imagine that saves on costs no end). His eldest daughter, Debbie Campbell, had a real air of Mother Hen about her. I bet she keeps ‘em all behaving on the road.
The voice hasn’t gone, either – tonnes of emotion but still well-controlled. They did all your faves, and in fact got quite a few of ‘em out the way quickly – the first three songs of the set were “Gentle On My Mind”, “Galveston” and “By The Time I get To Phoenix”, which was a surprise. There was an overall happy atmosphere which permeated into some of the more sombre songs but it didn’t really hurt them, and there was time for some silly fun too – “Duelling Banjos” and the “William Tell Overture”. We had his new Foo Fighters cover (the only surprise for me is that we haven’t seen more of that sort of thing from more old ‘uns, post-Cash’s “American Recordings” series), we obviously had “Rhinestone Cowboy” and “Wichita Lineman” (the latter one of the bestest songs ever, as acclaimed by all who are correct and righteous), and even his bleedin’ dreadful cover of “Southern Nights” didn’t seem too foul in context.
I enjoyed this even more than I expected to.
(Someone else writes here).