EXCITEMENT
was high even before Gallagher entered the hall and the dimming of the
houselights signaled a rush for the stage.
It was a false start and the mob of blue
denim kids were eased back to their seats.
When their hero did eventually come out,
all hell broke loose as he got right into Moonshine followed by Calling Card ... the axeman racing across the stage,
fingers justablur ... total
energy.
It was total chaos in the stalls, and I was reminded of a Bay City
Rollers audience, with individual duels with the bouncers springing up
all over the hall.
All this was detracting from the reason I
was at the gig to see Rory Gallagher. I could hear, God could I hear, but I would have had to be 6 foot 6 to get anything more than a glimpse of him.
By the half way point, he cooled the whole
thing down with three acoustic numbers including When I Was A Cowboy.
But as he picked up hit Stratocaster again the riot lights flashed and
the bouncers gave up, content to wander about and keep damage to a
minimum.
Before
things got really crazy it was all over, bar the shouting and there was a lot of that as they sang
for their hero’s return. “Nice one Rory, nice one son” etc, and he came
back true to form with Messin’ With
The Kid.
As I left I heard one punter say (and this
is true) “that guy's definitely got star quality.” Stuart Hoggard. From National RockStar magazine (date
unknown) background is a mutated
photo from the article reformatted by roryfan
