The King of Rocks & Blunts performed with old pals Johnny Gill and Ralph Tresvant for the Stimulus Package Swagger concert at the Nokia Theater in New York on Thursday night. My little Wet Wet Rich had the pleasure of viewing the grand occasion live.

It turns out that there is great joy to be had watching a seemingly sober Bobby (or close enough, considering the displays through the years that he’s deemed fit for public consumption). His new-found respectable behavior was as weird as any drunken fit — I never thought I’d see the day that Bobby would tell a female concertgoer to stop touching him as her hands flip-flopped around his crotch. Now I can die enriched, I suppose.

The only truly cringe-worthy moment is the one you see above, when his back went out during a stripped-down version of “Jealous Girl.” I’m not entirely convinced that this was sincere. It may have been just a bit of theater for our entertainment. In Bobby’s head, is there even a difference between sincerity and theater at this point?