"But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.."

Last night I found myself in good company at Fat Cats, where all kinds of wonderful music lives. Full Tilt (WARNING! don't attempt to load this page if your computer likes to crash) was playing, and you know what that means. Where there is Full Tilt, there is Johnny B. Goode. This may not excite a lot of you, but when the guitar solo is played over the head and behind the back of Chuck, Amy is a happy girl.

I could have done without the drunken fans (who were at least twice my age) giving lap dances to chairs.. Frightening. Other than that permanent scar for life, the show was great.

After an evening of shouting unanswered requests, Alex was made to put his money where his mouth was, strap on a guitar, and play the requests he wanted to hear. Man, talk about having to sing for your supper.

There's something to be said about watching a person do that which they love. It's more than an art... It's a window to the soul.