what can i say, he looked like moses, with a belly like buddha, and played like god.

a great performance, a warm bath in humanity, a rocking ride in the world's most comfortable armchair, a glimpse of true royalty.

before he left the stage he showered the audience with guitar picks, like an olden days monarch feeding the poor, i could see in his eyes the wonder of his journey, from poverty and discrimination, to being adored for his massive integrity and pure soul.

one finger vibrato, one millisecond lets you know who's playing, no distortion, great dynamics, the tenderness of a baby sparrow's cry in the naked, plaintive sound of Lucille, his ancient face scrunched into the agonised ecstasy of pure creation, then eyes wide with ironic, goofy surprise when some lick came out perfect, (and he does take risks!), then thrown back in joy, spine arching, smile from ear to ear.

thanks BB, so glad to catch you, such a beautiful show.

~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~