In

about 15 minutes, I am heading back down to the Hilton to see yet another moldy oldie, Bobby Vee, who has a group consisting of himself, two sons, and a couple of sidemen.

He's only 62 years old, younger than most on the oldies circuit.

Update: I just returned. At one point of the show, he brought out several beach balls (for the song "Rubber Ball") for the audience to bounce around. People were supposed to return them, but it's unlikely Vee will ever see all but one of those balls again, for people didn't have any goddamned sense to return them.

Of course Vee can afford to buy more of them, but it's the principle of the thing.

If I had had something for him to sign, I could have had his autograph, but unfortunately I didn't.

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