“Welcome to the Cher extravaganza,” she announced. It wasn’t. She spent most of the time changing costumes, and it only lasted an hour and fifteen minutes.
Spent the entire time complaining to the road crew about his microphone. Massively selfish, and not that good frankly.
Totally pissed. Could barely string a lyric together.
Absolute rubbish. She had got religion and started lecturing the audience.
Johnny Winter’s one-time blistering guitarist had found the lord, and proceeded to play a bunch of gospel crooners.
Played exactly the same set as we had seen before, and spent most of the time showing off that he could play Spoonful better than Clapton, and with no hands.
Scott Gorham ill-advisedly allowed a roadie to twin with him on The Boys Are Back In Town. He was totally pissed on scotch, and played it all wrong.
The bass amp failed to work for the first track, and the entire set was plagued by technical problems. Costello remained grumpy throughout.
Played the entire set to a backing track with no band. You might as well have listened to a CD.
Tight and controlled on album, this blues hotshot started his first self-indulgent solo after two minutes and never really stopped. I left early in disgust. He repeated the same performance in 2014 at the Clapham Calling Festival to a somewhat damp audience who had only come to see Aerosmith. Bored everyone rigid and insisted on wearing cheap sunglasses despite a distinct lack of sun. Very poor performance indeed. The man needs a tough manager to provide a swift reality check.