- It was possible to buy beer there which wasn't filthy Carling. Even (gasp!) foreign pilsner brewed under the Reinheitsgebot
- The stage was in the round
- The seats were tiered steeply enough that I could see all of the gig despite being sat behind a very tall man
- The Purple One can play the guitar. Like, he had all the Fatty Gilmour licks down, and a bit of Jeff Beck, and a lot of other stuff they couldn't touch. I could have listened to him take guitar solos all night.
For what it's worth, he had a pretty killer rig as well. The heads were out of sight, but he was running two angled Mesa 4x12s in stereo behind him at about the distance and angle you'd put your high-end hifi in a big room. The guitars had 'fender' on the headstock, but that's no guarantee of anything these days, The tele had a neck pickup with the metal cover removed, and the strat was fitted with a bridge humbucker, a neck single coil, and nothing in between. Except an expanse of expensive-looking pearloid scratchplate.
Of course, he was going nuts on the guitar all night, and it made the sort of noise which would cause the impressionable to found a religion if they heard it in the middle of the night in the desert. In fact, now I think of it, I think anyone would have played above themselves with a rig that sounded that good.
I'm just bitter because I got back from a jam session where I had to play through a filthy Marshall DSP combo. No, it didn't sound like Prince.
