As if this guy’s career didn’t look/sound/feel like it was designed just for my taste in gtr-rock, here we have a slice of a concert film that is70s as fuckin its use of handheld and jump-cuts and glory.
Also, notice how hard Rory’s bandmates always go after it. None of this “lay back and let the rock star be the rock star” bullshit.
I need to watch the whole 1:24:00 version of this. I also desperately need to practice my scales.
