Isn't that just a hoot, Dave? The feeling I get watching and listening to that puts me back RIGHT THERE as to why I EVER wanted to strap one on and have at it. That buzz that resonates right down to a cellular level in me when I watch something great like that is why I had to try, I was helpless to resist. A feeling no drink, drug, or anything else could ever even approach replicating. This sort of performance just makes me float across the room . . . .
Analog Music: Great singers, great songs, great players, great charts and a take-no-prisoners performance. The equation never has, nor ever will, change. This is why so much of what's out there today just doesn't move me. All this digitized, quantized, time and pitch-corrected (I just love human harmonies with no quaver at all, straight as a keyboard patch . . . . ) crap is where 'the business' is now, and I'm just an old fart cryin' in my beer about 'the old days'. Pitiful. I've lived too long . . . . . but glad you liked it.
Joey