Bob Hate | Bitter Solo Album

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Bitter Solo Album

by Bob Hate

An aching and beautiful exploration of highways, America, love, and bitterness.
Genre: Rock: Americana
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1. Nowhere
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2. Junk
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3. Careful
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4. About the Moon
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5. Every Bad Dream
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6. No Man\'s Friend
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7. Dirtytown
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8. Got Lost
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9. Tina
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10. Outside Silver City
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11. Be Like Him
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Album Notes
When Bob Hate disappeared in 1999, all he left us were the songs that would become the 2003 greatest hits collection, "Like a King."

So it was stunning when he reappeared in Nashville in the summer of 2008 doing a timid and tiny reunion with one of his Dallas-era bands.

"I just called Chet and the other fellas, and suddenly we were in a studio again. It was sort of odd."

But after that reunion had fallen through, Bob retreated again, this time to his Albuquerque compound, a sprawling home in the desert where he'd been holed up for a couple of years.

On my first visit there, we talked in the back yard about the ill-fated attempt at bringing his old band back together. “I thought the music would be enough,” he said, while polishing off a piece of chocolate cake about the size of a 4-slice toaster.

When I came by the next morning, his houseboy let me in, and I could hear Bob working on something in the small studio he’d built in the northwest wing.

I stood outside the door, hoping perhaps to hear the beginning of a song, one that would lead him to this new solo project. But after awhile I gave up and waited in the atrium for him to come out.

When he did, hours later, his enormous bulk seemed to fill the room. I thought about the music he'd already given us over the years, dozens of masterpieces, all aching and beautiful.

I wondered what was next for him. I asked, "New song?"

"No," he said. "I was just looking at porn."

-- Hector "The Brim" Torres
for the "Torque Ramada Times"


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