The first time (I must have been about 16, say 1971)) I ever saw a live band, I went to the local teen/no-alcohol-yet club with my friend who just got his license. I could hear the band from outside. Got in there, they're playing the Mac's 'Tell Me'. Two guitars, bass, Hammond, and drums. The lead player was standing there in a Rod Stewart shag, platforms, cool suit, playing a TV Yellow, double-cut, two-pickup LP Special through a Orange head atop two Orange 412s. Got to the end of it, went straight into 'Down By the River', all blue lights and the Hammond just laying out that slow-Leslie fog.
My head started spinning.
I always hear people my age talk about the Beatles on Ed Sullivan (me too), but that sight of that Orange stack just said this is rock and roll, son.
Ah, but I was so much younger then . . . .
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