mott the hoople

...were the last band i got enamored of at the ass-end of my digging-english-bands phase (the move! slade!), before i turned my back on rockaroll for a season or two in favor of jazz and wrestling (as i've written innumerable times). it was while watching them perform at the uris theatre on broadway, with visuals by ex-bonzo roger ruskin spear, that i decided big rock shows were a sham and realized a preference for venues where i could see the performers sweat and feel the kick drum and speakers moving my clothes around that i retain to this day. that said, this clip (of a song we usedta play air gtr to at dave relethford's house) ain't half bad, even though at the time i rated ariel bender (yeah, right) as a big step down from mousy mick ralphs, whose leslie west-isms on mott were so simple that even i could play them.