Here's one of the man himself as promised. Takes me back to seeing an original Lizzy gig at The Culdaff Arms in Donegal shorty after the release of Vagabonds of the Western World. I think it must have been sometime around 1973. Myself and a mate, Terry Deehan put up a couple of posters around Derry advertising the gig. No mean feat at the time since we could easily have been shot. For our efforts but instead of dying we got two free tickets instead and Terry's brother, Tony drove us the 30 odd miles to the gig.
When we got there, apart from ourselves hardly anyone knew they were playing there that night. We didn't care, we were fans even at that stage so we had no problem standing at the front of the stage awaiting for great things. And, we weren't disappointed. On comes this colossus, full throttle in black leather hits the stage and goes straight down on his knees slides to the front of the stage and the band explodes into The Rocker. Ah JESUS! That was it for an hour of what I could only describe as a religious, out of body experience... We were different, fundamentally changed after that night...aw dear, when I think of it...so long ago and far away and yet...
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