That's it, all right. The first 3 minutes of wankery make me sleepy, but the sheer scope of destruction in the rest of it still impresses me. You know, as someone who has killed a strat and a flying V in similar ways. In front of slightly smaller audiences. Come on, how often do you see someone drag an entire Marshall stack off the edge of a stage, piece by piece?
But I was only 14 years old when I saw that, and I lived on a dirt road in a town with 1400 people in it. Even if I'd wanted to buy a Stooges album I couldn't have. All I had was TV and the radio. It wasn't until the following year when we were kicked out of our house and moved to the big city that I was able to get a proper soundtrack to my life. It was all downhill from there, naturally, leading to this. And here we are.
Those were the days, when you could do a school report on a Velvet Underground album.
