Cool: having the chance to see such great artists in such small venues, always gives me shivers.
I got to know and love Scott Henderson from one beautiful heartbreaking track called Tore Down House, and though what he did yesterday night was something completely different, still I could sense the same kind of feeling I got from that song.
Of course, he's a freaking good guitarist, I can't even get to appreciate properly his incredible technique, I'm just not musically prepared enough to do it.
Not Cool: the way he refused to exchange guitar picks with a fan after the gig. It's probably a silly thing to ask, that of exchanging picks, still I can somehow relate with the guy's request...after all, music speaks to us, and sometimes it may hit on us so deeply and truly that we just can't help seeking some kind of connection with the person who wrote that music.
I hate to be judgemental, and I don't want to be…