Bob Seger To Tour U.S. For First Time Since 2007

Bob Seger To Tour U.S. For First Time Since 2007

At the time of writing this article, only six dates have been posted on his Web site, but Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band will tour American arenas this spring and visit between 20 and 30 markets.

The 65-year-old roots rocker kicks off his 2011 U.S. Tour March 29 in Saginaw, Michigan at the Dow Event Center. Other confirmed dates include March 31 in Toledo, April 2 in Grand Rapids, April 5 in Cincinnati, April 7 in Cleveland, and April 9 in Buffalo.

Seger hasn’t been on the road since 2007. Last year, his people clandestinely booked between 40 to 50 tour dates but the Rock and Roll Hall of Famer found that concert schedule too daunting and had it canceled.

For his pending spring jaunt, fans should expect to hear a bunch of Seger classics, like “Night Moves,” “Old Time Rock & Roll,” and “Turn The Page,” as well as stuff from his forthcoming opus. The looming studio album, Seger’s 17th, is likely to drop this summer.

I will be purchasing Bob Seger tickets and attending at least one of his upcoming concerts (if geography allows). However, my admiration for Seger and his rock music had an ominous start. In fact, only recently did I find the courage to embrace the iconic singer’s gutsy brand of rock and roll.

Back when I was at that awful age of being too old to play with toys and too young to drive a car, or have friends with a car, I was often stuck at home with my parents when they had friends over for dinner.

To make matters worse, I lived in the middle of nowhere. There was no public transportation and walking was out of the question. I couldn’t even ride my bike to a friend’s house because it was uphill both ways. Not only that, but chances were good if you were out at night you’d be fodder for a bear or some reclusive, anti-government luddite.

So inevitably, after dinner, my parents and the couple they were hanging out with would have a few beers and break out the turntable (I know, I’m dating myself).

And what artist would they always play? Yes, you guessed it, Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band.

Only it wasn’t Bob Seger, it was “Seger.” My dad would yell it, in a staccato fashion, emphasizing both syllables more than he should. He would bark at my mother, “Put on some Seger, Martha.” It was an odd thing to say since he never let anyone touch his phonograph and would eventually spin the record himself. Besides, my mother wasn’t named Martha.

Then, while “Her Strut,” or “Rock and Roll Never Forgets,” or “Sunspot Baby” blared through the hi-fi, and to my horror, my parents and their cohorts would turn the living room into a dance hall. You never saw a kid roll his eyes more.

I hope you never have the misfortune of seeing your parents dance. It’s not pretty. While my mother and her female counterpart were only marginally embarrassing, my father had Mikhail Baryshnikov rolling over in his grave—I know he’s still alive but the Russian would have croaked had he seen my father cut-a-rug.

After all, my dad was a medical marvel. Normally, he was the picture of health (minus the drinking and chain smoking, of course), but whenever it was time to dance he suddenly contracted a bad case of gout. Or at least that’s what it looked like.

For some reason, when he danced he would stick his butt out making himself look like a middle-aged greater-than symbol, “>.” His boogie consisted of having at least one leg off the floor, bent at the knee, with his foot pointed in some unnatural obtuse angle. His unused arm flailed recklessly about like he was trying to shoo away an angry bird. I write “unused arm” because he always bopped with a beer in one hand. As bad as that sounds I will give the old guy credit, he never spilled a drop. Let’s see Twyla Tharp do that.

In this odd, unnatural dance position, my father would move to the beat of the music—not the music playing on the stereo mind you, but some music playing somewhere in the world. My father’s gyrations and his herky-jerky movements left me to wonder if he really had the same joints as normal humans. Was he really expressing himself through dance or just trying to bring rain to his tribe?

Throughout his entire dance routine my dad had his lips pressed together in what could only be described as a duck bill. He sorted looked like a short Mick Jagger especially if The Rolling Stones frontman wore cheap flannel and white vinyl Reeboks.

Occasionally, my dad would rub up against mother and grab her “Katmandu.” I don’t know what happened after that because I was too busy hurling.

This was my introduction to Bob Seger. As you can imagine a horror like that left me scarred for life. For years, every time I heard Seger I had flashbacks to those terrifying “Hollywood Nights.” There were nightmares; I would wake up in a cold sweat humming “Feels Like A Number” with my hand shaped like it was holding a beer can. It took a team of rock snobs working around the clock; an awesome iTunes playlist of select cuts from Night Moves, Stranger in Town, and Live Bullet; and video of frolicking puppy dogs to undo the trauma.

So I guess the “Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man” was wrong, rock and roll does forget.

Seger was a very prolific recording artist in the late 1960’s and the 1970’s. However, since 1986 the “Against the Wind” singer has released just four brand new studio albums (the fifth one is on its way). Below, Land of Punt has assembled a visual Bob Seger discography. We’ve chronicled all his studio, live, and compilation albums from both the Bob Seger System and the Silver Bullet Band as well as from his solo career.

Bob Seger Discography

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