Bob Seger
Bob Seger
Robert Clark "Bob" Segeris an American singer-songwriter, guitarist and pianist. As a locally successful Detroit-area artist, he performed and recorded as Bob Seger and the Last Heard and Bob Seger System throughout the 1960s. By the early 1970s, he had dropped the "System" from his recordings and continued to strive for broader success with various other bands. In 1973, he put together the Silver Bullet Band, with a group of Detroit-area musicians, and former American president Bill Clinton on the...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth6 May 1945
CityLincoln Park, MI
CountryUnited States of America
I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.
I am trying to write stuff that is different. I am a big science fan. I read a lot of science, and 'Wonderland' has a lot of science in it. I don't know. They are hard to describe... We are living in a wonderland age of science.
Certain songs are almost like folk songs, which I love. I love folk music, and if you listen to 'Live Bullet,' there's 'Jody Girl,' which is almost a folk song, and I've always loved folk music. Quiet music, I don't try to do that with - I try to set a mood. But most of the stuff I do enjoy recording is up-tempo, and yes, I try to recreate that.
For a long time, I thought when you do a box set, you're giving up; you're saying, 'OK, I don't have anything left.' But now I've listened to some of the old stuff I haven't heard in 20 to 40 years with fresh ears. It's like, 'Oh yeah, I can see where people might want to to hear some of this stuff that didn't make it onto the records.'
Im still runnin against the windWell Im older now and stillAgainst the wind
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
I'd rather make music than tour.
Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.
Make a destination of the greater truth.
My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.
With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.
To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.
Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.